I can’t choose melancholy

As my hobby, obviously,

So it will be poetry…

And I tried and tried…in vain

Wrote of joy, of love and pain

One more follower to gain…

Well…of course, I’m not that good,

Poetry worsened my mood,

I felt so misunderstood…

Out of spite I made a cake,

Ate it all, the cream was fake,

Must admit: I cannot bake!

I can’t clean and I can’t dust

And, if sewing is a must,

May God help! (in me don’t trust)…

“Invisible poetry”,

Better would have been, for me:

“Uninspired agony”!

Yes, you guessed: I wrote again

One more poem ‘bout my pain,

Just one follower to gain…

Like it pleaseee! My bad luck break!

Or I’m going back to bake…

‘Nother bitter-sour-hottish cake!