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.