Transcribed below. The typewriter is a 1960 Royal Heritage.
The End.
You ask us, “But then must there be an end?”
We answer, Yes: it’s useless to pretend.
All things must end. These verses that we penned
(Or typed), as everyone must apprehend,
May, with a little bit of luck, ascend
To mediocrity, but then descend
(No matter how we alter and amend)
Below the point where you would recommend
That we abandon ship. This downward trend
Effectively forbids us to extend
Our verse beyond its welcome. So we spend
A month in rhyming, then resume the blend
Of prose and verse and pictures we intend
To make our usual fare. Thus we suspend
The poetry while you are still our friend.