Poetry by Jeff Green

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The Last Resort of the Scoundrel

by cricketjeff on March 15, 2012.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I’ve never believed that not writing
Could conquer the foe that I’m fighting
But what can you pen
When you find once again
Your muse is not keen on igniting

She’ll throw you some half thought through teases
But nothing substantial that pleases
No sonnets worth reading
Just dross that needs kneading
The songs of a soul with the wheezes

So here is my final resort
A morsel of rhythmical sport
My muse can’t refuse
This trick I abuse
A limerickacious retort!

Author notes

Damn I hate it when this happens!