Fun is work is Fun

I sit

I stare

A purple chair

Where can my muse darling be?

I sit

I type

A bunch of hype

Playing upon the tv.

I sit

I sigh

The breaths fly by

I forward a sentence or two.

I sit

I babble

In poetry I dabble.

What else can this dry writer do?

I sit

I wiggle

I watch him giggle

Yes, that happened that way.

I sit

I smirk

Work is fun is work.

At least I will finish today.

I sit

I scribble

The cat sleeps in dribble.

Would this turn out different if penned?

I sit

I listen

The rhyme here is glisten.

And that brings this poem to its end.

I hope you have a great day!

-Lila