So long

Think I'm finally out of ink
threw in everything
but the kitchen sink
(tempted to use everythink
but unnatural as not from London
and thought it might just cause a stink).

Thought that I had more to say
but doesn't seem to be that way
and a welcome's easily overstayed
so now it's time to slip away
and maybe come again one day.

I need to read and wander far
play some tunes on my new guitar
and leave my bedroom door ajar
for dream spirits to lift me
off to Memphis or to Malabar.

And if I feel the need
I'll write a poem or song
and maybe you can one day sing along
if inspiration gets
my juices flowing
but now my friends I really should be gone.

So long, and thanks for all the fruit.