I sit here, quietly tapping on my paper with a dab of ink,
So I begin to sit, contemplate: Am I allowed to even think?
I start to evaluate my situation, which I now realize did, in fact, stink;
And I soon come the conclusion that I may as well be on the brink.
I try my hardest to slip the smallest wink,
But sadly, my other eyes closes shut too, as if in sync.
The moment is intruded as I hear a light “clink!”
And I turn my head over, only to see a spink!
Ah, a wonderful creature it were-
So, I guess, I’ll wait another day to allow my thoughts to stirr.