Oh, drat! Another rap, just like that! What am I thinking?
This sinking ship slips into the drink, and I sit blinking.
I’ve quit drinking. Quick! Better zip to the bit linking
the ship to the big trinket. This dit’ makes a shit Ficlet.
I’ve bit’n off a little bit more than I can chew,
I apologise for inflicting this crap rap upon you.
I tried to, y’know, stop myself from writing it.
I don’t know why I’m fighting it. I find it so delighting when
you sit and read my stories, and you find them quite delectable.
Your enjoyment is detectable, but is my writing respectable?
In fact it all… seems more than a little futile.
I’ve five times behind on my daily writing ritual.
But I promise I’ll catch up, like Lee Majors to a criminal.
Shuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh! In slow motion, effort minimal.
This is serious, and I hope that when all’s said and done,
this rap counts, and that five goes down by one.

Here is a chorus.
It’s not a clever chorus.
It is a short chorus.
A disappointing chorus.