Poem tales

Poem tales

Getting dressed in the morning

I put poems on my feet. Poem-pants

and poem-shirt. (Then off I go to the

word-monger’s shop dressed in white.)

(But that’s a poem-lie.)

(I wear jet-poem-black.)

I wrote a poem and it turned into

a daughter-phrase. Good thing there

was a spare poem-dress in the drawer.

(Whatever to wear to the poem-prom?)

Parenthood, there’s so many words!

When my son grows up someday

I’ll hope he turns into a poem too.

(Another poem-lie.) (I don’t have a son.)

But I do have a poem-wishing-bone.

Launching into my life of poem-crime,

I broke into a poem-bank, stole every

word, every syllable in their poem-vault.

(Just kidding.) (Honestly Your Honor,

not for greed, for poetry!)

As a child, learned my P’s & O’s & EM’s.

But too many EM’s and I had to have

triple-poem-bypass surgery. I’m fine now,

but was told to give up doggerel rhyme.

I refuse!

Things todos poem-list:

Poems to clear the drain, poem-brooms,

grasshopper-poems for nature’s sake,

instant buckwheat-poems-&-grits (not haiku

but they’re quick), venison-poem-sausage

(remember the old poem-food pyramid?),

viral poems (although I can’t decide yet,

how’s the vote? For or Against!)

(stealth poems) too (those you can’t see

approaching your pen or ear).

Poems-for-President!

Poems to get laid (like that’ll work!),

poems to be left alone (think I got

that one down!!).

I drew a poem-circle, perfection round,

included each of us, but a poem-mouth

ate us all up. It mumbled away

speaking Japanese.

Can’t I please now put my poem-pen

down? No! Poem-bellows-and-howls!

Wrote another poem, nearly swooned!

Afterward(s) I wanted a

puff of a poem-cigarette.

Was it good for you?

And yes, poems do have tails.

See them wag! Good poem,

good boy. Fetch!

Neil Reid © February 2010