A DEARTH OF POEMS
I stay here, sitting day by day,
And often wonder what to say.
I’ve written many rhymes of yore,
Of times at Windsor School - and more.
Then “Streetrat” said that they’d not seen
Me on the site. But that’s just mean.
I just needed something new.
A bit of something, maybe two.
Need something wild to stoke the flame,
The things on here are just too tame.
I scour the site for topics new
And still can’t find a thing to do.
So see if you can help me out.
No need to whisper, give a shout!
I’ve been away and travelled wide,
And didn’t really mean to hide.
I just need something new to say
About those times back in the day.
I tend to use the stuff I see
That’s near at hand and close to me.
I’d use the news, but that’s so sad.
It’s war and politics - all bad.
So keep it happy, not too blue,
And I will see what I can do.