[m i a o w] the cat

Work is doing my head in. I seem incapable of keeping my eyes open whenever I look at anything to do with economics. Which is why I can’t post anything here that’s even vaguely exciting. My brain had been hijacked by a bout of pure apathy – and the only things I have to look forward to while I’m still in Melbourne are tonights work dinner *gag* tomorrows frenzied last day at work for a while *shudder* and two visits to the airport in the space of twelve hours. Thus I have been reduced to defining myself as a Heroic Couplet (rather than Blank Verse, the next possible option).

I am heroic couplets; most precise
And fond of order. Planned and structured. Nice.
I know, of course, just what I want; I know,
As well, what I will do to make it so.
This doesn’t mean that I attempt to shun
Excitement, entertainment, pleasure, fun;
But they must keep their place, like all the rest;
They might be good, but ordered life is best.

What Poetry Form Are You?