Are you kidding me?

This could shock me into writing a political poem. Maybe not. I'm actually at a loss for words. Picture a gape-mouthed fish. That's me. What's wrong with people?

Procrastination?

Guilty.

At risk of being eaten by a bear,
I'd like to share
this quiz I found somewhere.
Oy.

I know I should be telling you that I'm A rubai - but perhaps some other time. It sounds like work, and anyway, it's late - Unless I sleep, I'll be too tired to rhyme. Besides, there's plates to clear and cups to clink, And when that's done I have to sit and think, Since then it won't be long before I need To sleep again and eat again and drink. What Poetry Form Are You?

Alternatively, my form is blank verse. We won't go there today. Lucky you.