Etude in F******Major

Lately my attitude
had lacked a certain fortitude.
My brain had lost its longitude
and definitely its latitude
it suffered mental lassitude
teetered on to total ineptitude.
Fearing a lapse of moral rectitude
I considered the magnitude
in avoiding the human multitude,
wallowing in my servitude
to my chosen one, solitude.

Then came beatitude;
oh joy! could this be a prelude
to a wealth of creative plenitude?
Hopefully without platitude
from a muse with an aptitude
for mischief and turpitude.
Thus ending my feeling of decrepitude
earning my eternal gratitude!