T’was the twelfth day of December
And I spent a rather late night,
Curled up with my cantankerous laptop,
Staring at it’s screen so bright.
Typing a little bit here,
Then glancing down at my phone.
For my movie played there steadily,
For my computer was cranky alone.
Consequently not much writing,
Flew from under my hands.
My fingers too often froze –
Which wasn’t set in my plans.
Now, it’s so late, I must stop,
Leave this novel for the morrow.
Oh – wait… I have a different deadline?
Can I just the rest of the night borrow?
To the KING be all the glory!