It's the season of promises to self

Twenty three is far from off the shelf

Somehow I have to push ahead 

Get this poem out of the shed

You see in a fit of incrimination 

I assigned myself this commutation 

Write a verse three stanzas long

Even if inspiration be gone

And so with serious trepidation 

I embark with hesitation

Upon this new years resolution

Promising to improve my erudition