The Sunday Poem will be no more
At least until September,
But I’ll be back with rhymes galore
(As long as I remember).
Though like a bird that sings on high
I warble and I coo
I need to make some shepherd’s pie
And work on my haiku.
Do not despair or faint or fume
Nor let this spoil your slumber.
The weeks to count till I resume
Are very few in number.