I sit now,
In an air-conditioned room.
Garbed in nothing,
Except frayed linen slacks.
Ev'rything seems,
Warm and fuzzy to the touch.

I had cake,
For lunch today.
Choc'late and cheese,
Baked by that Wei Ling.
A guinea pig,
But it tastes good anyway.

Hit the gym,
Lifted one notch higher.
Fell asleep,
In the lukewarm bath.
Wakened by,
The shower's head knocking mine.

There is,
No homework to do.
I walk 'round town,
With a funny headpiece.
People stare,
And I laugh at their wide-eyed faces.

All is good.
Yes all is good.