This is part of my new (and open to everyone) challenge "Rhyming Diary":
https://steemit.com/poetry/@okramer/the-rhyming-diary-challenge
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January 1:
When all the rockets lit the sky
I smoked some grass, enjoyed the high
and entered quickly and quite deep
the sweet and comfy world of sleep
Though others would be pretty pissed
I did not mind the morning shift
Prepared some food, like cheese and fish
And kept on making dish by dish
The highlight was when M. came in:
He smelled of whiskey, beer and gin
his lip was bloody from a fight
he said: No problem, it's alright
the Chef said: You are nearly dead
and sent him home to go to bed