Seems most of the poems I write
are terribly childish and trite.
Sometimes in a minute,
I’m able to pen it.
You’re thinking: that sounds about right…
Although I am quick with the pen,
I rarely will scribe more than ten.
But gosh, sakes alive!
Soup’s throttled to five;
best go to the long forms again!
I don't mean to sound like a jerk,
but five is a pretty short work.
The gates open wide;
I’m here for the ride
and scribbling like a berserk.
Perhaps there’s a nice compromise:
just five for the New Poems eyes.
The rest, one engages
on personal pages
where there’s less concern about size.