These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Hudibrastic Verse: "Overnight Poetry Binge"

To meet a day in any fashion,
filled with rhymes and face, that's ashen.
We query him, whose rhyme is best
about his intake, and his rest.

"Hast, thou, this night been overweening
with many'a rhyme and spurious meaning?
Methinks thy bod would better serve ye,
filled with sleep, that won't unnerve ye."

"But look how many poems I have
more lasting than some drinker's deprave.
Wouldst thou, that I in dissipation
quick fall from my great lofty station?"

"Nay, I would urge, thee, writer be,
but think thee well to best health see.
A po'm or two may thee write late,
but sleep, thee, well to tired abate."

"I thank, thee, sir, for care from thy heart,
that wisdom, now, doth quickly impart.
I'll binge me less, and rest me more
than last night I did rest before."

To meet a day in greater fashion
with better rhymes, and face less ashen,
write what thou canst, then take sleep.
Let snore be thy lone nasal peep.

by Jay O’Toole
on June 21st, 2024