Symmetry is hardly my forte.
Save me O world from this predicament.
Sorry says the owl”did you not volunteer to do the prompt”?
Shoot I say I thought it will be fun.
Sombre friend I do not want.
Said Sally with a smile.
Sam joins Sally to tease me some more.
Sun looks down and winks at me.
Sage sits by me eager to know what’s wrong.
Searching to write a poem is my problem.
Surrounding me they all cry in unison.
Salute we all for your fine endeavor!