I WRIT A POME

I writ a pome that shocked the teachers Knocked the collars off the preachers Awoke those sleeping in the bleachers Then I wrote another one Made it funny just for fun It ended ‘fore it was begun My pencil, such a heavy weight My lines all crooked, never straight I cast my lines, as wormless bait Then someone said: “I liked your poem” “it took me places I can’t roam” I said: “thank you” and floated home Now I have stacks of yellowed pages I am more prolific than the sages For poetry inside me rages So, write you pencil toting fool A rhyming verse to make them drool For poetry is but a tool To glorify a fallen tree A shipwrecked vessel lost at sea The hearts of poets now set free