Here’s to my friends poetry and prose
I’ve sang your praises for many a day
you both loved me back so I suppose
until came the day I’d nothing to say

It’s crystal clear that it’s come to this
writing only two minute fluffy little crap
be this now the fate of my literary bliss
I’d be far better served by taking a nap

To continue writing nothing but drivel
would of course be a grievous mistake
so why carry on with whine and snivel
knowing too well that I need a break