Monday, May 9, 2011

When In Despair, A Verse Or Two It Helps To Spew

Folly Of Resignation

I give up, the talent’s just not there
My vocabulary is bereft
And I’ve no adages to spare

I give up, there is no use
When I keep trying to rhyme
Two words like hope and goose

I give up, no really this time I mean it
Don’t tell me that my verse is fine
When you’ve never even seen it

I give up, I’ve no knack for prose
Why last week I attempted a rhyme
I claimed “fraulein” went with “rose”

I give up, I feel I’m just a failure
Seems that poem will never be written
My addition to American ‘litature