Overload, Oh Overload

I do, I have a problem

A problem I do dread

I seem to get in overload

Loadover in my head

I just begin a line of verse

And into this one start…

The girl stood on the burning deck
She did look like a tart –
(work in progress)

You see my jolly problem, I’m

An overloaded cart

Oh overload oh overload

What will become of me ?

Will I be relegated to

The grave of poetry?

Don Matthews
Poet in Training July 2017)