A Twist on Robert Frost’s “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening”

What time is it?  I think I know.
A blog to write I still have, though;
You will not see me stopping here —
To my laptop I will go.

Finishing? . . . I do not fear.
My purpose here is very clear.
My daily task I shan’t forsake,
E’en if it takes all year.

My body you may give a shake,
Technology my task forsake.
I gnash my teeth, I cry, I weep —
But sit me here, this post I make.

My bed is lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And words to go before I sleep,
And words to go before I sleep.