Disappointed Poem by Bob House

Take a look at me
And tell me what you see
Someone underweight
In pathetic puny state
One thing is sure
You’re disappointed

And what about my mind
It’s sharp but do you find
Of all that I have stored
That you’re very quickly bored
And you have to admit
You’re disappointed

And when you ask of me
A simple task to see
How do I perform?
To me, do you warm?
Or are you left
Just disappointed?

At least in all this mess
There’s something of success
A very valid point
That I never disappoint
To make you
Disappointed