Neither spite and certainly not fear
Has caused my absence, my dear
I like to write
But five lines is too tight
I prefer real poems when my pen gets in gear

It's the same with women as with rhyme
To play too quickly can be a crime
Just because you cannot last
Beyond a moment so fast
Don't blame the rest of us for taking our time

So anytime or anywhere
My pen is up to the dare
If you ever feel
To battle with poems quite real
I stand ready for literary warfare