I'm too tired to write a poem.
It's been much too long a day.
No energy to lift a pen.
Oh Muses! Go away!
It's time to turn the brain off
And let it go to sleep.
It's barely on the surface,
No time for probing deep.
I hate to put aside
What I promised I would do
For thirty days, but poems
Don't just throw themsleves at you.
So listen when I tell you
I've no emotion left to write.
No rhyme, no words, no meter,
So: no poetry tonight.
I beg your kind indulgence
Though I say it with real sorrow:
I cannot write a poem,
So I'll try again tomorrow.
postscript
Is this a cop-out? LOL. Well, I AM tired.