Wishing For a Poem About Me
I went bass fishing
Where a gnome was swishing
Around in the water, doing serious wishing
What are you wishing for I asked the gnome
I want a poet to write me my own little poem
Well I am a poet, but I was on my way home
Can I get back to you Sunday? I asked the gnome.
It’ll be too late, he told me in a serious way.
I need to know as soon as possible, maybe even today.
I sat down on a rock and put on my thinking hat.
What is your name? I asked. They call me “Matt.”
What do you do for fun or hobbies? I asked the gnome.
Because I wanted to put this stuff into his poem.
What are you some kind of snoopy stranger? Matt said suspiciously.
I decided to move along, without helping him accidentally.
“What do you do for fun?” Matt yelled after the back of my head.
I could have answered, but I turned and stuck my tongue out instead.
So because of our misbehaviors, we both missed out on meeting a new friend.
I have no more time to explain, but this encounter was not the end….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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