Once you do this,

you can never go back.

You understand?

If so, wave both hands.

Too hard to rhyme

Maybe another time

Don’t be so kind

Oh just never mind.

This poem stinks.

Open eyes don’t blink.

It’s worth the kitchen sink.

I’m on the brink.

I’m all finished.

My poetry diminished.

Need to eat my spinach.

Maybe then I’ll replenish.

Tessa🦋