Gypsy has gone AWOL
And joined a circus Troup
Spends her time now juggling
And leaping through a hoop!
Poetry she writes no more
Just doesn’t have the time
What with family, home and work
Who’s got time to rhyme?
On the go all through the week
Her brain’s fried every night
Counts minutes now, not syllables
The poets gone from “site”
And out of site is out of mind
So “Hi” to all her friends
Don’t forget her comrades
And don’t put down your pens!
Scarborough Gypsy
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