Day 1 was exactly the same as any,
Assignments pending, oh so many.
Cliched routine and a boring movie,
Criminal weather, chaos of a juvie.
Day 2 felt lonely and extra sunny,
Haywire typing, just once honey.
Planting and potting so many shoots,
Guave and blumen, multiple loots
Day 3 i know not, i was so busy,
Poring guests and my head felt dizzy.
The night qas clear, but very sad,
Circimstances and consequences, good or bad.
Day 4 i was mad, boiling up,
Want i nothing, but a tiny little ssup.
I encorporated reverse intimacy,
Just went in deeper, solicit lepracy.
Day 5 it rained in two a way,
One was hazy, other as dry as hay.
The year was ruined by a sick BAT,
But i was saved by a TOM CAT.
