For optically-challenged or cursive-cursing readers, here it is set out more clearly:
I thought I felt a poem coming on –
Verse of some kind went dashing through my mind –
But then I looked again, and it was gone;
I cannot find it; what an awful bind!
So, frantically, I seek poetic muse –
Bling I can string into some pretty thing –
But, guess what, it is not the slightest use;
Time will not bring a rhyme that will take wing!
I can suppose, for me, rhymes are no-goes,
For nothing grows to any kind of flows,
One knows it shows no poem then arose –
Instead, I chose to close with rows of prose.
And, on the prompt from NaPoWriMo: