Verse With Art versus Verse Without

Dear reader you deserve some art there's no remuneration 
For all your time and being such a source of motivation 

A poet may not tell you but they crave appreciation 
And likes and comments dignify a frivolous creation 
So I thought I'd paint a picture every time as compensation 
But faltered in the fight against advanced procrastination 
The year began with great resolve and brief determination 
But poems still appear without a hint of illustration 
Below are 2 corrected posts to view no obligation 
I've added mad cartoons to them by way of explanation 
The one about the funny side of finding inspiration 
And that one on the twilight for your further education 
Would those who think cartoons should go please send that information 

But wait if verse with art becomes a standard expectation 
Well that’s a different bag and quite a frightening situation 
I’d need to gather data from a survey of the nation 
And then my fans and I might have to have a conversation 

The Usual Nonsense 

I've had an unusual idea
It suffers from various flaws
I got it last week in IKEA
And it doesn't have teeth in its jaws
There's a plan it's in Greek and rotated
I'm missing screws 2b and 4
I thought I had got it inflated
Then it sighed and collapsed on the floor
The bones of it need some more padding
The concept is basically cracked
Still it looks pretty smart in its cladding
And I thought it was fun when it quacked

Sun Timetables

I see from these tables of darkness
We’ve 16 long hours to get through
But look it says here there are also
3 levels of twilight who knew

That the sun loiters under horizons
At the first and the last of our light
And lobs a few rays that are extra
And lengthen your day well they might
Astronomical twilight is darkest
The stars not the people are bright
You wake astronomically sleepy
Who's ready to give up their night

The second is Nautical twilight
You navigate seas in a boat
Get lost between sunrise and sunset
Feel sick and just keep it afloat

Level 3 we are told is called Civil
You reach full politeness at dawn
If you meet someone chatty and sprightly
Smile tightly and stifle a yawn
Some fine cloudless dusk in December
Stay out till the twilights are gone
And see if the people stay civil
Or won't put their fairy lights on