The offal thing
Is the lack
To whit
Of luck
On a lark
To laughter
Full stop
To stop
Now
Is to secure
Mayhaps
Unlawful
Crimes against
Nature
Which are
In fact
Far worse
Than when
Lawful
Crimes are
Broken.
An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.