Flowing Fountain of Poems

A fountain of poems is rapidly flowing out the top of my head Some of them are shaped like stars Others are diamonds There is Dracula holding a bunny! Some of these poems are in color, others are black and white. Polka Dotted! I pick up a pen. I can always use a polka dotted poem. One of them slides under my nose. Old Spice! Daddy! I think of the Chevy he ordered with bucket seats! Making us angry; who orders buckets for seats? Eager poems are rushing down my shoulders, down my back Puddling onto my dirty kitchen floor. When was the last time Joe swept this place? One is shaped like Adonis. I follow him out the door.