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

a luscious dawn stirred, his arrow was on fire
he went in quest of delight, vigorous was his desire

among the ruffled sheets, a delicious fruit lay
flaxen hair ever so bright, fueled his amorous desire

the mercury rose in his veins, he kissed he hungrily
with an ardor of might, strongly expressing his desire

his feasting spree was unrestrained, her gems were so enticing
more comely than any twilight, he was a pyre of desire

at commencement of day, he partook of bonfire passion
engaging her in a flaming light, powerful were his coals of desire