Sorry, I Can't Write a Poem

I wrote an email to a friend. She challenged me to an exchange of poetry (we both dabbled in writing). I was petrified, having only written a few limericks as a child, and a few poems in my adult life motivated by major life events. I started to compose an excuse, but then, decided to make it into a poem. I was hooked. I’m glad to hear you’re back in action. It gives me a certain satisfaction To know that you are not in traction Or have a wisdom tooth impaction; And I would like to celebrate This happy outcome of your fate With a poem in which I could relate Thoughts on this, judged first rate. Unfortunate-lee - I cannot see - Myself writing poe-tree. The very best that I could do Is tell a story - one or two - Which happen to be true. Even the process of writing fiction To my comfort level causes friction, To make you read it, a dereliction, Punishable by conviction. So, I will not commit this crime. I can’t even find the words to rhyme And if I did, they’re not worth a dime. Sorry, I cannot write a poem this time.