It's well after midnight on day twenty-four, which means it's really day twenty-five and I haven't actually written a poem.
I woke up very late: 13.48 (I know!), read the prompt while still in my pit, got up and had a cup of tea, went for a run, had a cup of coffee, went for a shower and then it was time to go out for a curry with the bass players. By the time I got home it was after 12 and I still had no idea what stock phrase or cliché* to base a poem on, and anyway it was too late.
All of which means you have a break from that wtf feeling, enjoy!
*I toyed with 'acid test' for a while but nothing poem like materialized.