I'm tired; my arms
droop like half-eaten bananas --
like the ape with the name,
In-telly-gence.
My eyes mist, and jello too --
for specs at home I have forgot;
now unable to see, driven
to brink of in-telly-gen-cee.
Struggling from class to class
with legs that quiver and shake;
in different directions they stagger,
so un-in-telly-gently.
This day will tap my blood,
before I'll be able to manoeuvre
myself with sweat and guts
onto car's seat, half in-telly-gently.
Too tired to reheat coffee;
to become enthused by
cookies so cute--
I've just sufficient energy
to type this 'telly-gently.
There must be more to life
than work, or to think how
one can write words in
straight stripe, elly-gently.
Bright and breezy tomorrow
I'll be, as there's nothing like
whiskey and a good night's sleep,
to reconstruct, an intellegent me!
Phew...
Intelligent!
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