Sunday, March 28, 2010


I had an idea for a poem,
But now it has vanished and gone.
I checked on the floor and the dresser,
I poked through the weeds on the lawn.

I searched in my coat and my pocket,
I ransacked the back of my mind.
But things like ideas for poems
Are crafty and tricky to find!

I overturned every last cushion,
I shook out each blanket in sight.
But sadly, I never did find it.
I guess I’ve got nothing to write!

1 comment:

  1. You know everything about everything, Andy! I've wondered if any little piece of anything ever slips away. "No worries, Mate"! You never lose the "knack" of improvising! (-;