When I can’t even make a poem rhyme
I’m really in some trouble.
I better get my mojo back
Or I’m certain my woes will double.
For writing is my therapy,
My escape from crazy witches
I need a rhyme to go with that
I bet you didn’t think “britches…”
So this poor night is left to junk
I would not write normally
I wish to beg your pardon now
My request comes to you quite formally
My quick poem for Napowrimo…