Getting Ready for Darts

I'm shattered, but I've got to get ready for darts.

I'm trying to master that art.

But I'm shattered and tired out,

somebody wake me up by giving me a clout.

Time is getting on, I better hurry up,

I say, as I reach for my coffee cup.

Slurp, slurp, slurp,

Burp, burp, burp.

Getting in the mood for throwing some arrows,

but I'm away with the sparrows.

I really do have to get up, but I need some vim,

Help me up, please Jim.

OH DEAR!

I've not written a poem for a while,

That's not making me smile.

Especially when I used to have a passion for it.

I really need to knuckle down and commit. 

Sadly, the simple fact is,

I've got myself in a bit of a tizz.

I'm writing stories a lot now,

I know, I've been a cow.

But hey, my dearest friend, poetry, I'm going to make some time,

and start to rhyme.