Before I'm out of ink

 

Had I more time

I’d climb a tree

I’d play much more

than middle C,

I’d pour myself another drink

and care much less

of what you think,

I’d scramble up

my silly verse –

Instead of  i

I’d put e first,

I’d have the bunny

chase the owl

and make up words

without a vowel,

Had I more time

I’d not lament

of how it’s gone

or how it went,

I’d simply end this pesky drama

not with a dot

but with a comma,

so there