Once upon a midnight dreary

As I reference weak and cowardly

I think to myself, in the midst of the hour

My keyboard dusty, the air turning sour

On what to write about, as pasko is near

Shall I give in to the holidays, or wait in fear?

I type with passion, this message to all

Right around the last moments of Fall

I type with wonder, this message to us

In the presence of stress, reviving our rust

I spit this with agony, exasperation controlling me like a puppet

As I ponder on when I shall reach the summit

I spit this with humor, over-dramatic and all

Even though in reality, my emotions still crawl

I ask myself why, why I am doing this

Maybe so I can soothe my audience with bliss

In the end though, you all knew why

Because of a creature titled Boredom, roaming the night sky.