Not eating right, sometimes not at all
by Esther Leclerc
lack of sleep has me up against the wall
losing weight, forgetting dates, my skin has got a pall
gotta kick this poetry schtick before my tongue begins to loll!
My eyes have got that glazed, perpetually amazed look
you'd think I'd never seen verse or a poetry book
true, this site is new to me and a raving kook I have become
please help me ditch this habit before I come undone!
Hi there, honey, sure, I know you - - you're my husband, what's his name
and yes, I understand that I'm off my usual game
but I'm on a bounteous isle in the Sea of Poetry, so don't you worry,
I'll be back and not a bit the worse - - just for now, go get lost and let me finish one last verse!