The last poem in this book
I never stand a chance
While other odes are favourites
I'm just a passing glance
Most people move real rapidly
Through pages 1,2,3...
But by the time they reach the back
They're far too tired for me

The last poem in this book
The one to close the show
Though I asked to be somewhere else
There was nowhere to go
Now I am every bit as good
As any of the rest
My idea's fresh, my rhymes are fun
In fact I think I'm best

The last poem in this book
The end, the final word
Deep down I'm devastated
Over all that has occurred
So if you want to cheer me up
And free me from this curse
When reading this collection next
Please, please turn to me first