A Poem Wot I Wrote
A poem wot I wrote
That’s what dear
Jane did say,
To help her fill her book
That you can read by
candle.
I wish I had a brain
To think of things to
write
But I prefer to sleep
There goes another day.
A subject I can’t choose
I’ll
throw it in the bin
This poem’s going no-where
It’s very hard
to night.
Although I try and try
It’s going down
the pan
I’ll never get it right
I wish that I could
win.
I would have written more
But now I have no
time,
Oh to think of words
To make the last line scan.
Perhaps you’ll think I’m
thick
But to get a better handle.
Move every last word up
Then the
light will hit the rhyme.
Colin Monk