Lepidopterans in the stomach
P needed to do something to calm himself down and go to sleep. He had an interview to face in the morning!
The butterflies in his tummy he could not still
With chocolate, ice cream or gulab jamun;
Green tea was tried, coffee to the gills
And cider with a dash of cinnamon;
Yet stress couldn’t be rid even with a pill
And anxiety played havoc with his mind.
He couldn’t read books for his brain was fried,
Nor could he be calmed by music of any kind;
Jogging and blogging were all duly tried,
So was bubble bath and yoga, to empty the mind
The knot in his chest couldn’t be untied
And relaxation indeed was hard to find!
A glass of port for himself he poured;
Gulped it down, followed it by more;
His nerves now soothed and well succoured,
All “portified” he took to snore;
But his interview was sadly soured:
Blame the headache and hangover!
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Dear P, you are tops!
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Dear Sheenmeem, You are very kind and P is grateful for your comment 🙂
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Delightful!!
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Thank you for dropping by and commenting 😀
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