Empty

I thought as I sat down to write,

"Now what shall I create tonight?"

I'm in a rush, I need to go,

And now I'll do a poem. So...

 

But all that I'm going to do

Is make some empty rhymes for you

And that just doesn't rub me right

Even if rushed and late at night.

 

So I'll just make something real short

But it's the heartfelt poem sort

I hope you like this, though it's small

But now I have an urgent call.