Blank

Blank

No
Verse
Today,
My
Muse
Has
Gone
Astray.
These 
Useless
Poems,
(Not
So
Hot)
Are
All 
I’ve
Got
To 
Fill
A
Literary
Chink,
Allowing
Me
To
Say
Whatever
I think,
And
What
I’d
Like
To
Share,
Though
Few
Will
Care.
That’s
Okay.
I’ll 
Write
Another
Day.
I still
Have
Time
To 
Make
Tomorrow
Rhyme.