Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Work in Progress

A sweet poem is the request

On getting out of bed by me

In conscious movement to attest

It is now twenty twenty three.

Twenty twenty two sure is gone,

I partied goodbye through the night,

And crashed in bed just before dawn.

My blurred eyes opened to sunlight.

My laptop was near and so I

Logged into AP just in time

For "how I got out of bed" try,

And have it make some sense and rhyme.

Have not yet arisen, instead

I'm writing this verse still in bed.