So much to do, so little time.
There’s barely a moment to make this rhyme!
Ideas whizz round,
They’re fun in my brain.
But put them in action
They’re hard to tame.
Ideas start like honey
Attracting the bees.
But time wears on
And the bees turn to fleas.
Procrastination becomes a sport.
Actual work just a thought.
Where do I start?
Which ones will fly?
Which will flourish?
Which will die?
Any ideas?
(C) Louisa Davison Feb 09
Marlborough Writers 