A Poem About Itself

This poem will become a picture, A beautiful picture of just one word. And you will be able to read it real fast, Like the wings of a hummingbird. A blue, or a green, a crimson red, This poem will slide off of your tongue. You’ll taste the words like a bubble in air, It’ll taste like a poem you’ve sung. The words will be short, easy to read, With a beat, some meter, and rhyme. And before you know it you’ll finish the poem, Then read it a second time. You’re nearing the end, how exciting this is, How much do your eyes want to cheat. And peer at the last words of this poem, Too late, this poem is now complete.