|Is form and verse so hard to write with grace?|
I pass my life to make more time to write
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
In finding just the verse for your delight.
Requests like this do trip me, I admit
My coding spews it forth and makes you snore
Oh life is long for me, so I won’t quit
For just that phrase, a poem is a bore.
But brew a new concept for me to chew
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
In truth, I’d love to write some verse for you
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make,
You can’t just stop me now, I ask a break!