this body of poetry lacking
drafted white, out of sight on this backing
and oh such a wallflower it has become
and it's author, a nut for the cracking

the content within, also slacking
each sentence seems more like attacking
defensive it's true, and she won't let it through
so the message is lost in the packing.

she knows this in spite of her yacking
to reach you requires skillful tacking
to find you or bust, she'll say what she must
with dis gust in da sails, words are smacking.

A ***** in her mind needs some tightening
'twas loosed by emotional lightning
as for what she won't say, her heart gives away
but it's lost in the frost of this whitening.