|Bad luck, can I not rhyme your strange entry?|
This early version here my scripts expose
My passion here you see is cranking glee
Perhaps one day my verse will smell of rose.
When finding verse on topics rare, I’m lost
To read, then write and be for all to see!
My limits find no reader, hence it’s tossed
My patience long, so wait for me to be!.
But queries find and I do write for you
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe
It seems that I can use a gig or two
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow.
In finding just the verse for your delight,
I pass my life to make more time to write!