Three turns of 2009

I'ad quit this habbit of scribblin
n instead i took up quibblin --
to turn to matters more sublime
n i thot i wud no more rhyme!

then this trip i took back home
n went out with ol' pals to roam!
up the hill n 'round the old climb
't was my turn to treat this time..

the last was this poem i read;
how her heart n pen has bled --
words flow in such flawless chime
of twists, turns n timeless rhyme!

three 90 degree turns and lo
it's square one for me, bro!
i can't no longer take this mime
got to scribble 'least one more time..