Exceptional Potlatch lacharta I wouldn't holler sooey by LIJ Red

I rise at nine, or ten, or when I have to pee or get a yen to stuff my face a while but then the busy world makes such a din I draw the blind and hit the sack ambition left, and won't be back. There's not much more I care to see the turmoil's not impressing me just go your way and let me be forget the news that's on TV. Oh, don't you sweat, I'll not get fired it's been a spell since I retired. Conniving villains, hand in glove-- buttugly maidens seeking love-- loud cars below and jets above-- the yapping cur and hooting dove-- the world zips on at fearful pace. I pull the quilt up o'er my face. The dog comes in, all hail his nibs the gaunt cat snuggles to my ribs some blonde newsgal is squealing fibs on pure ennui I got the dibs. I'll snooze forever. Then a chill comes crashing down. Someday I will. Recognized Author Notes Lacharta--Iambic tetrameter, aaaabb, ccccdd, eeeeff and so forth. "Wha, ol' cuzzin' Red wu'n't holler sooey effen uh hawg wuz eatin' his foot."

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