Weary Weary is as weary does. My simple mind is filled with fuzz! I yearn for thoughts to form some prose Instead, brain cells decide to doze! Are my thoughts held back behind a dike? Apparently so! My brain's on strike. Tangles of words just will not rhyme Bells of realization give off no chime. My words on paper lack any sense! Instead I feel so very dense! I feed my mind with composition, But it remains out of commission. Long hours produce no sensible thought. I am only left feeling overwrought! Perhaps I'm just out of my league? That thought leads way to brain fatigue. Then the fog within begins to creep Perhaps I should go back to sleep? My simple mind is filled with fuzz. Weary is as weary does. ©2008 Christine Raymo (Didi) April 14, 2008