The day was cloudy and dreary,

My eyes did remain all day bleary,

The clouds did cover the sun, takin’ away the cheery…

If I did smoke as much as I did say,

I would have not noticed the clouds all day,

But in reality, high I only get late at night,

The rest of the day either I sleep or write…

But even writing has of late come hard,

Maybe all has been said by this over-written bard,

Even Rufuz does notice the doldrums of winter,

Wish I could remove from my finger a splinter…

© ed J 3/18/08