Much A'Do... Poem by Evelyn Macdonald

There's nothing left to write about
all subjects have been taken
seasons, flowers, lovers, trees,
the weather, eggs 'n bacon

I've written odes to this and that
and most things in-between
I wonder why I bother, since
poetically I'm green

I guess like every poet here
I'd like to make a mark
and so with tongue in cheek my friends
I pen this as a lark

I'll try to write some funny lines
both humorous and gay
heck, just to have you crack a smile
will really make my day

I like to rhyme and that is fine
though goodness knows what for
I've just re-read what's written here
good grief, I'm such a bore

So think of me as I plod on
through subjects old and new
feel sorry for me yet, best not
this writer could be you!