Once upon a Thursday morn, while I waited so forlorn,
Looking forward to the topic for the week to come.
Drinking coffee, getting wired, hitting refresh, finger tired,
Waiting just to be inspired as my wits succumb.
Being patient, as required as my wits succumb.
Waiting as my mind goes numb.
Oh how I recall the feeling, with imagination reeling,
My composure it was stealing, making my mood glum
So again I hit the button, for this grief I am a glutton.
Playing with my bowl of mutton as my fingers drum.
Constantly I hit the button as my fingers drum.
Building blisters on my thumb.
So I go and check the forum, just a tad bit of decorum,
Interaction with the quorum eased frustration some.
In just minutes Iím back checking, all the while my fingers pecking,
My mind akin to a train wrecking Ė when will the word come?
The buttons on my mouse are flecking Ė will the new word come?
Still here sitting on my bum.
Once again Iím madly clicking, buttons on my keyboard sticking.
Accidentally spill a napkin full of muffin crumb.
Situation getting sadder, putting strain on my grey matter,
Going madder than a hatter as my rear goes numb.
Iím about to burst my bladder and my rear is numb.
What a strain this has become.
Sitting, staring as Iím moping, for the topic I was hoping,
Waiting, wanting, barely coping while my fingers drum.
Suddenly the word appears, as I raise a raucous cheer
Now I know itís all too clear just what Iíve become
Just another challenge junky, thatís what Iíve become
To the challenge I succumb.
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