Had six months to do that dreaded project,
And yet I did not start until today.
I succumbed to Procrastination's Affect,
My old foe took my precious time away.
Too many times have this happened this year,
Too many times have I played with fire,
Although it always fills my heart with fear,
To know that consequences will be dire.
So now I find myself here once again,
Stuck between a big rock and a hard place,
With my cruel fate already preordained,
Chosen by none other than my own mace.
But I can take comfort in my classmates,
In that they are staying up just as late.
