Grad School Life - A Seussian Reading

I write by the tree,

drinking coffee (and tea).

I write with the lights,

under their glowy, lowly brights.

I write before dawn.

Sometimes long before dawn.

I turn the coffee pot on

and my computer on,

before my brain is on.

Before the sun turns on!

I write in my chair,

I write with my hare.

I write at the spa,

while mimosa-impaired.

 

I write while talking,

and though I'm often balking,

I write on the treadmill.

Write! Right as I'm walking!

But, now. 

Yes, now. 

Now I'm done!

And boy, am I about to have fun.

But not alongside this

surly bun bun.

No, not alongside this

surly bun bun.