The Same Rondeau

The same rondeau again, I fear,
my muse refusing to change gear.
I’d hoped for new ideas tonight,
to whet your tired appetite.
I shake my pen but none appear

and, though we spoke, it’s pretty clear
this isn’t what you want to hear
but even so, I sit and write
the same rondeau!

Ugh, in this musky atmosphere
I just sound needy, insincere.
I had the bark but lacked the bite,
the count’s reached ten, I’ve lost the fight
and yet I lamely volunteer
the same rondeau!