I work hard all day long, and if at some point between getting yelled at by the boss, and being stuck in traffic I forget a poem, I EXPECT A LITTLE COURTESY.
Well, I've racked my brain
For a rhyme with levity.
That last post
Was loaded with brevity.
TC, my friend,
You may want a divorce,
But its cheaper to keep 'er,
In the end, of course.
I dont know if this is
Thirty-five or thirty-four,
But I'm taking my leave,
And shall rhyme no more.