In my cozy nook, I sit with a sight

A mountain of tasks, under the sky,

But first, a cup of tea, I think I must brew,

To start on this work, oh, if only I knew.

The cup turns to two, then three, maybe four,

And look! Outside, a bird I simply can’t ignore,

It flits and it flutters, a dance so divine,

Oops, there goes the plan, straight out the line.

The clock ticks on, with a taunting, cruel chime,

I promise myself, I’ll start this time,

But ah, the desk, it’s a cluttered mess,

A tidy space equals success, I obsess.

Now, papers are filed, and pens all in row,

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The moment to start, but oh, what’s that glow?

A ping from the phone, a message, a meme,

Down the digital rabbit hole, I stream.

Hours pass by, the night crawls in,

My tasks untouched, to my chagrin,

I vow to start early, with the morning’s new light,

But the bed whispers softly, "Stay, it's alright."

The cycle spins, a comical fate,

Procrastination, my unwavering mate,

Tasks pile up, like a comedic stunt,

Life as a dawdler, candid and blunt.

Yet in this chaos, a truth brightly unfurled,

In the art of delaying, I’m king of the world,

So here’s to the morrow, with its tasks and its fun,

For surely I’ll conquer... or at least, maybe one.