No...really...I am terrible at it.
Still, never let it be said I'm not willing to try.
"There once was a man from Nantucket...."
I'm sorry Dave. I can't let you do that.
Let me finish HAL. It's only a limerick.
I can't do that, Dave. This is a family Blog.
Sigh. Alright, HAL. It's probably just as well. I mean, everybody knows the rest of that stanza, but what of the rest of it? Does anybody know the rest of it? I certainly don't.
There are three parts, Dave. Would you like me to upload them for you?
No. Let's just move on.
So, dear reader, you can see that poetry is not for me. It takes a much more focused mind than mine to effectively write poetry. To make it meaningful, you have to saturate a few lines or stanzas with meaning that novelist takes hundreds of pages to convey. I have tried my hand at it. Most notably in the few sparse stanzas of song lyric in my novel, but truly, this is something best left to the professionals.