As I Lie

On a bed I did repose, Thinking what to write in prose; Then at once it came to me, About what this poem should be. With some thought and little jot, This poem I began to wrought. One and Two rhyme A and A; There was nothing else to say! Looking up, there came the dawn. It could not be, I must be wrong! I laid my book down and wept, Wishing I had sometime slept. To heaven I raised my eyes, Praying God would hear my cries; Then this idea came to me, How to end this finally. So with a fury I wrote And quickly put on my coat. Here it is for you to hear, Look at me and please don’t jeer. This poem is not at all sincere.