THE ̶R̶H̶Y̶M̶I̶N̶G̶ FEATS OF A WAKING POET

I wake to a weekend full of joy and  promise,

But nothing rhymes with 'promise',

Well, maybe there's 'pumice'.

But that's not right for an early morning tweet.

Who really wants to read about the rubbing of feet? 🤔🦶🦶