I wrote a sonnet for every day of the work week. Here's the last (and probably least. :) )
Friday Sonnet
It's the end of the week
Almost time to go home
Today ends the streak
Of 'productivity syndrome'.
I worked hard all day
Trying to get some things done
And I'm happy to say
That I'm still number one
At stalling and waiting
And doing it later
I simply am stating
I'm a shirker of labor
To all the work I have left undone...
I say, "It's five o'clock...gotta run."
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