I swore, once, that the poem
I was struggling with would be my last.
Actually I swore that more than once,
several, maybe mamy times in fact.
In my defense, that poem
and the others that followed were
each the last I wrote
under their respective oaths,
so there was a fulfillment,
however partial, of my vow.
I am not making such a vow
with this one, however, and before
you say it, yes it is a poem
despite what you may think of it.