Sit and Sit

Sit and Sit

Sometimes I sit, and sit and sit,

And, sit, and sit, and sit and sit,

I am not proud of this one bit,

I like to think I think a bit,

Of this or that or this a bit,

A treatise or a writ of wit,

I’ll hit upon a bit of it,

Or bottle it into a kit,

Of exercises to stay fit,

So strenuous to give us grit,

Until I’m tir’d of all of it,

I’m down and out, and in a pit,

It is a time to simply quit,

And, sit and sit and sit and sit,

Oh, think a bit, and sit and sit.

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 2, 2014