I have just been told
that the world ends
in three days!
Surely, I just have the time
for a little rhyme
or two?
But, if it turns out
that they’ve miscalculated the date
YET AGAIN,
it would be an awful pain,
not to mention
the awkwardness of having to organise
the reinstatement
of the futuristic dimension –
which would then re-exist –
and of us having to face next Monday
with all the stoicism and bluster
that we can muster.
And here we are a day ahead, and no extra time to prep … maybe a nap to consider the state of affairs.
So, you can let us know in advance…
G:)
I might be napping, so …
Well, if it happens here, and I haven’t heard from you… good luck with your Dystopian Future. G:)
Et tu
A Brute?! Moi!