A crime

Would it be a crime
If I couldn’t find a rhyme?
If I’d nowt to say
On this twenty-second day?
April seems so long
When the words keep going wrong
Poems can’t be writ
Just because you’ve scheduled it
I should write them first
Save them for this NaPo burst
It’s the only way!
Start to write the first of May…

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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