Nights out I once found glorious,
exciting and uproarious,
I now just find laborious.
Without a doubt,
it is more fun
when day is done
to mime the way the sun
Instead of donning dancing gown
and going to light up the town,
to drink and dance, to get it down
’til I perspire,
I brush my teeth, gargle and cough.
My clothes I shed, my shoes I doff.
I find the light switch, turn it off,
and just retire.
For a bit of a contrast to this poem you may want to go here:
The prompt today was glorious.