Surely it Won’t Work …

A complete failure from start to finish …  

At least I’m on the safe side

Making small problems grow;

Better that than off tide

While waters fall in a flow.

(I’m not sad about those past rhymes;

They come over me – when? – sometimes)

You know when easter turns golden marron

Eyes are yet in sleeping dew

A full year is in a sad state barren

On the safe side; those lines are few.