The posts today are spread quite thin,

Perhaps we've all run out of vim,

And so I thought I'd bulk it out,

As most of you seem out of clout,

So here's a little cheeky poem,

I'm loathe to leave my Prose alone,

It isn't much I'm sad to say,

My muse, alas, is out today,

But nonetheless I'll post it now,

And have a cup of tea somehow,

So darling kittens here you go,

I did my best to make it flow!

Oh mother,

You try to dissuade me

Of every decision I make.

Wouldn't it be great,

If at least once,

You care more about supporting me,

Than what the other people might think?

Lost little boxman

Without a place to call home

Lonely little boxman

Without a family of his own

Broken little boxman

Wandering around in the rain

Listen little boxman

Happiness is yours to obtain

Come little boxman

Into the confectionery store

Eat little boxman

There is always room for one more