Cider and Beer

Cider and beer
Was a bad idea
Or so it seems
To his brain unclean
From the discomfort of
A hangover bad
Perhaps cider and beer
Is not a worthwhile fad

Ants

Wakes up abruptly
With an ant on his face
Many would deem this
An utter disgrace
But he himself knows
There was nothing he could do:
That's the price of living in a port-a-cabin
For you.

As we can ascertain from the opening line of the verse, the author has suffered an 'abrupt' awakening brought about by the presence of 'an ant on his face'. Presuming that the 'ant' in question is in fact a metaphor for the physical manifestation of his inner fears, the poet has in fact awoken himself. Deep.

Hundredth

Hasn't slept
In two whole days
Or maybe more
His life's a haze
Of essays, notes and
Evaluations galore
If only sleep
Work did not deplore.
This post's significant
One might say
It's the hundredth verse
Hooray.