Here at the Dverse Lounge, Frank has asked us to write a poem using the minute form. The formula for it may be found here http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/minute.html
I have long secretly believed the failure of my younger, leaner physique, may not be attributed to such ridiculous notions as diet, lack of exercise or age. Now at last I may reveal the simple truth; suppressed by government scientists:
My white hair at last abandoned,
My head at random.
If this tidbit,
Were all of it;
But my butt sank so long ago,
I miss it so.
My chest’s for sure,
But all this causes me no fits,
The answer’s this,
My failings be,