Where should I start?
At the beginning?
So many to choose from,
so little rhyme left
(within which to choose)
And, yet…
I normally find
it easier to write bad poetry,
than good.
At least this poem is short.
And not long, like some,
so it will soon be over.
Nevertheless, having said that,
I still have more words to scribe
upon this page of mine.
(See following).
Well, having said
that I had more to say,
I seem to have run out of fool.
Ibble, pibble, pob.
