First Draft

The best I can do,

Is often the first,

Attempts to improve,

Will likely be worse,

The punch thrown in a dream,

Where noodly arms waver,

Or carbonara sans cream,

Incomplete; lacking flavour.

Too many ideas swirling around,

Or is it a chasm; too few?

It matters little as no sense abounds,

It immidiately all goes askew.