Since yesterday I am trying to compose a poem.
At last now am able to perfect this only line.
What pleasure it is to work twenty four hours!
I will surrender my life and not write a line.

Mugs of coffee, cups of tea, cans of cola queue
Piece of pizza on plate paper and bottled water
A show of like marching soldier after soldier
What the pleasure it is, not to write any line!

A great fool, wrote so many a day all the time.
Missed my blisses of pizza pieces, can of cola.
Tea in tear, coffee in wear, bored bottle water.
I’m in your great debt, difficult how to clear?

But I am gentleman, I won’t declare bankruptcy.
With paper and pen in hand won’t write poetry.