I don’t want to do this, but I must –
I mean I want to, but it’s just
Such an incredible pain in the neck
That I keep thinking, why the heck
Would anyone choose to do this thing?
What praises will it bring?
What appreciation will occur
If this silly task I can endure?
And then I realize this isn’t for you
Or him or her or anyone who
Take the time to read these silly words:
It’s all for me – how absurd
And what a sinful waste of time
To measure rhythm and practice rhyme.
I’d give it up except I promised I
Would give this silly thing a try.
So here’s my poem for April first –
Not my best, but not my worst.