It’s hard to dream up something new
when morning sunlight’s cloudless, bright.
I should have written more last night,
but that was then. What should I do?
Deceit tries hard to block what’s true,
but goodness stands against its dread.
I’ve only two lines in my head,
“The weather’s fine but Mister Pitt
decided he’d have none of it.”
For now I’ll leave the rest unsaid.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “pitt” to be used in a D line of a décima having rhyme patter ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.