You're always after me for a poem,
from me to only you.
How very hard that is you're not knowin',
my failure makes you blue.
But there's a good reason for my failin',
I try so hard, it's true!
But puttin' nineteen lovin' years to rhymin'
is more that I can do!
Love, travels, adventures, even bear huntin',
pregnancy from the flu!
Kalaloch, Cannon, even Eight-Eight Canyon,
mem'ries from years with you!
So here in a lonely hotel travelin',
a poem - me to you.
I'm slavin' and workin' and rhymin',
but meter I just blew!