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
Armas
