The age old dilemma: to write or to sleep?
If I go to bed now, will my stories all keep?
If I stay up too late, on the morrow I'll weep
Let's be honest, I'm buzzing, I'm in too deep.
I've read about zombies, they don't sleep a wink
Maybe they're onto something, I think
Of course, now my parenting really does stink
as do the dishes piled up in the sink.
My bed is singing her sweet siren song
My characters screaming, don't leave us for long!
Surely these passions can't both be so wrong,
but alas I'm too tired for any more rhymes.