I'm no good at writing poetry so this flop shall find another hobby words aren't where my talents lie so I'm kissing the world of poetry goodbye
there will be no one missing my crap they'll be pleased that I've turned off the tap my writing desk shall be thrown out for I'll not want it hanging about
my creative mind can take a long rest as I'll no longer be at a stanza's behest the writing game has lost it's appeal crook poets like myself must get real
composition offerings shall cease to-day as one is putting one's pick permanently away the end has most assuredly turned up it is time for me to finally pack up