I‘ve mostly been stolid and staid;
That I’m no fun has often been said.
I did never much toke
When I was with such folk
As for that task had much outlaid.
I’ve got, like, writing for you!
That I do not do more, I regret,
And that I’ve not figured out yet
How to carry on,
For this is no song,
And wayward my path’s not been set.
We’re nearly two-thirds done, but there’s still time for you to get my writing for your own!
With shame, I am gripped by the throat
When I read over what I once wrote.
How inept the pen
That I wielded then,
Yet to writing I still me devote.
Yet fewer days remain than have passed this month, but there yet remains time to get writing done for you!
That I waited so long is a shame,
And it’s only myself I can blame
For making delay;
How I did have to pay
For treating my work as a game!
Still fewer days remain than have passed this month, but remains time to get writing done for you!
I regret I’ve not spent much more time
Putting words into meter and rhyme.
In it, I take great joy,
Have since I was a boy,
And I feel that the lack is a crime.
Fewer days remain than have passed this month, but there’s still time to get writing done for you!
The reckoning now has arrived.
I like to think that I’ve survived.
I’ve told quite a few
How much they have due,
Figures I’ve sadly derived.
Half-done is not all done, and I’m not done doing!
The work I do is dragging on,
And I think I might like to move on
To seek greener fields
And find what each yields,
But I know doing so would go wrong.
The month continues, as do my efforts. Perhaps you’d like some made on your behalf?
I often have let slip away
The chances I have had to play,
And now, it’s too late;
My erstwhile playmates
Now cannot make time in their days.
The month progresses, and my efforts continue. Perhaps you’d like some on your behalf?
I should have done more work before
The work piled up. It’s a chore
To slog through it all,
And I must recall
That some did my efforts implore.
A dozen are done, but there’s more to do; fill out the form to have some done for you!
Thrice a week, I have gone to the gym
That I might regain my fighting trim,
But I grow ever older
And I have hurt my shoulder;
I’ve lost one more chance to grow slim.
More than a third of the way through, and I’ve still got more to give you!
Elliott RWI 