The Sonnet of Sloth

Oh, woe is me, a slotherian true, Whose days are spent in slumber, void of hue.

My bed, a mountain steep, a challenge to climb, Where sheets and blankets hold me in their clasp of crime.

I dream of productivity, of tasks to complete, But wake to find my to-do list in retreat.

My friends all say, "Rise, and take the day!" But I, a slotherian, just roll over, and stay.

For in the land of Sloth, we have our ways, Where "Someday" is the motto that we all sway.

And when the world outside is loud and bright, We'll just pull the covers tight, and sleep through the night.

So let the world outside be all a-glow, For in my chamber, all is quiet, don't you know.

And if you're wondering where I'll be found, It's in my bed, where I've been, forever bound.

For in the land of Sloth, our motto is clear: "Rest, relax, and let the world disappear!"

—A slotherian

Sloth as a Way of Life