My Pen Says Goodnight

This is the last poem I'll ever write Please don't look at me strange After this write, my pen says goodnight I'm off to my Maker, Home on the Range Please don't look at me strange It's not up to me as to when I depart I'm off to my Maker, Home on the Range It's time to leave when he unplugs my heart It's not up to me as to when I depart So this poem had better be incredibly good It's time to leave when he unplugs my heart I'd like to go out on a high note, I really would So this poem had better be incredibly good The rhymes have to rhyme, the meter not teeter I'd like to go out on a high note, I really would With a blue-ribbon winner, so you'll want to fete her The rhymes have to rhyme, the meter not teeter After this write, my pen says goodnight With a blue-ribbon winner, so you'll want to fete her This is the last poem I'll ever write...