My "home boss" says 30 minutes, three times today …..
is all I get to spend online at play.
So no long typing stints can I today afford,
OR "Bonk! " on my head will be my ‘reward'.
But my readers (I know) clamor for a new poem,
and for their true devotion (to me) I do owe ‘em.
So with my next line I hope you're all satisfied,
‘cause this is the end; my hands are tied!
(February 22, 2015)
She wants to see you in good health! Her restriction is very much needed, I feel! With your extensive lexicon lessons, how long you must be fiddling with the computer, I wonder! Before you develop spondylosis, better oblige to your home boss's restriction! Enjoyed the poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
BRI. YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN ME. Ha, impressed with my amazing rhyming skills, are we? Well, you can diminish your time spent online and going offline by throwing a grand party giving everyone your home address. Give me the time and date, and I'll be there.