I was a bit down
yesterday
I stuck in that melancholy rug
I even took a walk
to the bluest sky
and bathed in the most
striking sunshine
I restrained myself from
looking at the shadow patch
where no grass would grow
I turned off the sad tunes
of agony moans
I even played aeroplane
when dining alone
So one spoon full after the next
I conducted self care
By the nightfall is
when the vampires roar
I wrote myself a cheeky poem
to dig myself out of the
depressive hole
