I'm Tired

A silly poem about how my body feels after 5 hours of tennis.

My feet are dead and my legs are dying, 
my left arm is fine but my right arm is crying. 
There's blisters on my hand and I'm covered in sweat 
and I'm lying in my room with no energy left. 

My stomach is growling but I don't feel like eating,

my eyelids droop like a willow that's weeping.

My face is a tomato and my feet are sore

and my muscles really don't like me anymore.

There's homework and projects and practice to do,

yet I don't feel up for it anytime soon.

I should probably shower and eat some food 
but I don't feel like getting up and neither should you.

Reviews

[Flowers of Eternity]

This is a very enjoyable poem!!!
Great work!!

[SpiceCookie]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it :D

[ArtisticVisions]

The rhythm and rhyme of this is really good. I'm impressed you have energy to write (:

[SpiceCookie]

Haha thank you :3

[Coyote Poetry]

You need a hot bath. When the bones are hurting. Need to relax. Pain and being tire. A bear. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[SpiceCookie]

Thank you for your advice! I just had a hot shower so I'm fine now :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I am glad and you are welcome.