[ED. NOTE: I TOOK DOWN THE ORIGINAL ODE BECAUSE IT WAS SO BAD THAT IT WASN’T EVEN FUNNY AS A PARODY. AND THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN BAD POETRY IS BAD LONG POETRY. INSTEAD, HERE’S A HAIKU (ALSO PRETTY BAD, BUT AT LEAST SHORT.)]
All week I crave you,
sleepy joy! But, that night, wide
awake. There’s no cure
For the nap/awake
cycle. Stumble through Sunday,
longing starts anew.