Apr 06, 2008 22:45
I should be working right now, instead I've gone to bed;
I've spent all night getting out the Beatles in my head.
Not that I mind, mind you, they only do what they must
it really is my fault, you see, that they've begun to trust
my head as a cozy place to stay; their home away from home.
I find it frustrating, though, when they wont leave my tome
and they skitter back and forth, keeping me awake;
don't they know that I have work? Don't they know what's at stake?
No, I suppose not, and they're really not to blame.
You couldn't blame the Pyramids or Apostles for their fame;
They were arranged brick by brink; so unsure of what they wrote
they didn't mean to cause me pain; they were certain of every note.
So you see, I cant be cross, but I can surely dread
my single struggle, every night, with the Beatles in my head
I don't really know where that came from. I've been playing Beatles tunes all day, instead of doing schoolwork, so I just kinda slapped that down... I don't really write poems, but I had a couple of those rhymes in my head, and they made a neat little story there.
Anyway, just thought I'd post something. Hope you like it.
Spawtz