Writing Practice
As writing written writ I write.
Dredging up doggerel far into the night.
As in despair I drag my pen.
What shall I find to write again?
Though in verse I am well versed,
methinks I think my verse is cursed.
Has a foe my spelling cursed,
that c's should slip and b's should burst?
For as I labor 'cross the page,
my e's escape and r's rampage.
But even if my verse is rended,
This nonsense writing now is ended.
