Procrastination.

I entered this into the October 2016 round of Newbies Only, but it didn't place

Procrastination

They say two thousand words a day
is what you need to write.
I aim to get it right.
So I shall make the grade today;
that story of a knight,
I'll write before tonight.
I'd better start it straight away.

But what's this thing on Channel Eight?
A new detective soap
that's bound to break the trope.
Just half an hour won't make me late.
They catch some kids with dope,
the kind who have no hope.
It seems the show is second rate.

And then I get a call from Kim,
with interesting news;
she often is my muse.
She's met some guy while at the gym.
She changes men like shoes,
but I'll give Kim her dues —
at least that place does keep her slim.

The kids come home and want to play.
My Harry hurt his hand,
while digging in the sand.
I stop to wipe his tears away.
He talks about a band
he thinks is really grand,
and from my work I'm lead astray.

Now night is here, I feel such shame.
I've done no work at all,
in fact, not much this fall.
But each and every day's the same —
My manuscript I stall;
that knight has missed his brawl.
Procrastination is to blame.

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