I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date!
I promised you this poem, you see; and now I'm slacking.
It just isn't me.
To let you down, when all around, thoughts and words abound,
And must be caught and put down in this weekly tome.
Before I go home.
To sleep in my bed, and not worry my head.
Because I was late and missed this date, and no poem was found on your plate.
Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull