Resting?
After writing daily poems for a hundred and ninety days
I am quite exhausted in many, many ways.
They may be getting sameish with no variety.
Perhaps now I am running out of spontaneity!
Growing mediocrity might become a trend,
As this ruddy lockdown seems to be without an end!
Some were written for a laugh, some to make you think,
Others that were more designed to create a stink.
Should I now be resting? Not writing every day?
Is it time to call a halt? Only you can say!
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