I Got Nothing

Roses are red,
Violence, appalling.
With a rhyme such as this one,
I’m obviously stalling.

Peppers are green,
Great Mozart, enthralling.
Does poetry pay well?
Have I missed my calling?

Oceans are blue,
Investors are bawling.
Four oh one K’s
Just keep falling and falling.

This, too, shall pass,
The storm and the squalling.
But don’t hold your breath;
Prepare for more mauling.
No column today. Sorry.