Yes, the title is ironic.
Ok, we don’t do a lot of poetry on here, but this one was written for someone special, and it goes out to all the procrastinators, the work shy, and the plain bored. I made this one for Elle what seems like an age ago, when we had a long-distance relationship.
I’m Trying To Get Some Work Done
I’m Trying To Get Some Work Done,
But it’s ringing like a Bell,
A feeling in my stomach,
And my mouth’s dry as hell.
The only thing on my mind
(I think it might be under a spell)
Are the torrid things I’ll do to her,
I’m obsessed, can’t you tell?
I see her when I close my eyes,
Picture every detail well;
Stockings, kinks and teasing winks,
She’s surely quite the belle.
It’s still 9 more days to go,
A languid time to quell,
And tho’ every second drips like an hour,
I know it’ll be worth it for Elle.