Night write.

A bee sits on the windowsill 

Licking up jam, eating its fill.

Well, good! I hope you stay that way

But, more importantly, stay away!

Daddy long legs? Why, even my legs are longer than yours.

(Thank God for that.)

I’m tired. There’s nothing special about this.

As usual, I’m just taking the p*ss.

I haven’t written in such a long time

I’ve almost forgotten how to rhyme.

Of course that’s just a hyperbole

Else it would be contradictory.