I must confess my plate has been quite full
So little time for pen or poetry
My writing life's experienced a lull
Not much figurative activity
But come back soon, stick with me yet a while
Soon comes the month of national poetry
And I will post a ditty ev'ry day
Though it might be the very death of me
Oh, to meet such a glorious, happy end
As sharing poetry each day with friends!
I promise not to give you 30 days of tortured iambic pentameter, though!