COP OUT

My legs are tired, and the shoulders are stiff,
My brain is a piece of mush.
My tummy is full, and I'm obviously rehydrated,
But I'm just plain lazy as hell.
The bike is in the barn, and BOB is unpacked,
And I am in a prone position.
So for a poem, you get some nonsense,
And a wish you have a good night.

Ron