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A poem on procrastination

He had a year to do it in

So brushed the thought away,

A chap with half his energy

Might do it in a day.

A year! ‘Twas too ridiculous,

As everyone should find;

However, he would get it done

And have it off his mind.

But not today. A few months hence would suit him better still;

Meanwhile, a far less irksome job

Might occupy his skill.

He would not let the matter pass

Entirely from him, No;

And doubtless he might take it up

In, say a month or so.

He had six months to do it in!

For six long months had flown;