Napowrimo 6 Pseudo Cinquain

I, an
old woman
would-be poet
who won’t stop trying –
futile

This is supposed to be a five line poem with lines of  2, 4, 6, 8, 2,  words or syllables, the final line summing up the rest. Rebel that I am, I wrote 2,3,4,5,2,  for  the Napowrimo prompt for Day 5 but I’m still all behind, hence the word rationing.

OK, I give in: here are a couple of older real cinquains:
Birdsong …
where did it go?
the hunters killed them all
for sport, for fun, in cruelty.
so sad.

Birdsong…
is coming back
No more do hunters shoot –
they’ve better things to do than kill.
Be glad.

if I’m allowed time off for good behaviour, I want to read some of the poems my busy week has caused me to miss!