My head just exploded,


Oh what should I do?


The number of jobs


Has just increased by two.

And now more are coming,


I can't keep it inside


I will not remember


I'll just go and hide.

I've hid in the cupboard,


I've hid in the shed.


The tasks are still growing,


I'll just go to bed.

I must take control


And not run away.


I'll just make a list


Of my jobs for today.

The list is now written


Neatly down on a page.


Each item is numbered


With a box for each stage.

A box for 'in progress',


A box for 'completed.'


Each to be ticked


Before it's deleted.

Now I feel safe,


My life's in control


I know just what to do,


And in which order to roll.

I sit down smiling


A cup of tea first,


One cannot start working


When dying of thirst.

Now I'm relaxed


My head starts to sway.


My eyes start to close


'Tis the end of the day.

The list is too long


To start it this late.


I'll do it tomorrow,


The jobs can all wait!

Poetry by Various Contributors

Madam_Cone

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