I think it's time

To make a rhyme

To total the sum

About my tum

 

 

Hail the whale

With a short tale

Of my shame and woe

Between me and below

 

 

A stick I have bin

For years without sin

So easily missed

Oh now, how I wish 

 

 

Food for you

Food for all

Food for me

So gloriously

 

 

How my time could be busy elsewhere

How I could care or share

Cultivating and creating

Not stuck here salivating 

 

 

Hail the whale

This short tale

Of my shame and woe

And how I just can't say no