P is for poetry, which I do not understand,
My P for pathetic attempt at it, will tell you were I stand.
But I’m P for persistent, and will try to post each day,
So it will be P for painful, if you decide not to stay.
P is for patience, and I seem to have none,
And I wait for this challenge, to P for post each day be done.
While my brain P for pesters me, and asks me why;
I P for pick things to do, that might cause me to die.
I P for practically every day, think I’ll stop this jig,
Or maybe post a P for picture, isn’t that an easier thing?
But though I P for pretend, that I don’t really care,
This is a test of the P for Power of my will, almost like a dare.
So I P for pray to you that you stick on with me here,
While I P for put an effort, to write posts that you can bear,
Posts that are P for practical, sensible, with a little less cheese,
And if I cannot, I ask you to stay for me, P for pretty please?
P.S. I sincerely thank P for Preeti, whose post from a week ago is the inspiration behind today’s easy way out.