Distraction

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Here I go to write my thing –

Of course the phone is going to ring.

Talk and talk and talk some more

Until there’s a knock at the door.

Swiftly handed and deftly signed for

There’s a package upon my floor.

It’s in my way and that won’t do

There’s scissors to fetch and cats to shoo

Quickly unwrapped I’m happy to find

It’s the hardrive that’s been on my mind.

My own drive has been poised to fail

What perfect timing to receive the mail.

No time to write, there’s work to be done

I will install this drive then have some fun.

I’ve had such a busy day

And so swiftly it has slipped away

There was something I was supposed to do,

Guess this poem will have to do.