An apology for poetry

Two lines, then three,
I’ve written this before,
Scrubbed out, deleted,
Paper on the floor.

Review, reread,
Rewrite and start again,
This verse you know,
Is become quite a pain.

Oh woe, how funny,
Which tag would that come under,
The sun the shine,
Or even rain and thunder.

I know I’ll leave it,
I’ll come back again tomorrow,
Today and yesterday,
The centre of my sorrow.

I’m sorry I can’t,
Write anything for you.
This sorry verse,
I’m afraid will have to do.