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!