where are all the poets
are they writing in the night
searching deep within their souls
or using second sight

are they singly struggling
for that special word or phrase
or sitting round in groups at pub
singing rousing roundelays

observation shows none has posted
new works are thin on ground
one feels as if alone up late
with no-one else around

get those pens moving now
and show us your mettle
sacrifice lager or stout
keep mind in fine fettle