I Feel Fresh Doubt

I wrote a limerick last night, And dreading that no reader laughed, I sulk and feel compelled to write What lures me to this poet-craft. And dreading that no reader laughed, I'll jot this pantoum to explain What lures me to this poet-craft ... Pantoums, I find, are pleasure's bane ... I'll jot this pantoum to explain I love to write, but feel fresh doubt (Pantoums, I find, are pleasure's bane) So from this craft I must bail out? I love to write, but feel fresh doubt Because pantoum schemes drive me mad So from this craft I must bail out-- That one small fact sure makes me glad. Because pantoum schemes drive me mad I sulk and feel compelled to write That one small fact sure makes me glad: I wrote a limerick last night! December 2, 2022 Favorite Rhyming Poem 2nd Half 2022 Contest Julia Ward, Sponsor