This is an extension of that which I love,
But, alas, is called by the One above,
And it is time now to bid goodbye,
To a collection of poems, stories and lies.
Yes, you have guessed it right,
Please, I beg you, don't put up a fight.
They're not going far, but it was too full
And so I've made this one ...
but as I can't find anything to rhyme with 'full' that makes sense I'll give up here before I embarrass myself. (I also cannot spell 'embarrass' without a spell checker). This is an extension of my old poetry collection, "On The Back Of A Sheet Of Paper" which was getting rather too large. So I made this one instead.