I Am Filled With May

I thought that there were no good rhymes for ebb And so I could no sonnet write today. But then I thought of Adam’s stolen rib, And how the Lord enjoys a little play. I thought there were no rhymes at all for flood My competence was at its lowest ebb. But then we saw old trees ,astonished, bud And I wrote this upon the world wide web. I thought no word could ever rhyme with neap And so I fell into a writer’s dock The sight made all the singing blackbirds weep And hence I raised my head from off the block. I thought I’d write no poetry today But now I have and I am filled with May.