What Comes First

The very first poem of the new year Should it be full of good cheer Or should it make one shed a tear How about something really weird Or scary, about stuff we fear A bit tawdry perhaps, to make one leer Of course, there's the topic to be chosen Perchance Winter and all things frozen Or maybe, to fast forward to Spring 'Light, gentle breezes' have a poetic ring Then there's the matter of the poem's style Rhymes like this one often bring a smile But free verse is in these days, as are haikus Limericks, couplets, senryus and monokus And last, but certainly not least An important point to keep in mind Is that as a poet, I should be kind Enough to my dear readers To get to the point without further delay ~ If, in fact, I've anything left to say