Idea

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!