Oh me, Oh My, I must confess,
suffering from great stress excess
I am a Poet in duress!
A mental mess: a mental mess.
How do I ease my cursed stress
in a manner that is harmless?
Truthfully I herewith confess,
I’m in distress, I’m in distress.
I’ve tried Folklore cures that are less
telling, but taken to excess,
they leave me in a greater mess.
Increasing stress, Increasing stress.
Should peace of mind return to bless
my day, would it perhaps, suppress
or redress my extreme duress,
and ease my stress; and ease my stress.
I’ve lost the joys of happiness,
and weep from cursed stress excess,
so need a healing cure I guess.
A cure express. A cure express.
Should you cure my mental distress,
t‘would be a blessing, I confess,
and I’d be happy to express
my thanks. God Bless. My thanks. God Bless.
Rhymer. September 16th, 2020.
Realised after I had closed my computer, that what I had posted was not in the true basic Monotetra format, so decided I should rectify matters. Here's the end result - based on my original thoughts. A more than subtle difference! Rhymer.