The sky is cloudy and the night is dark,
And there�s nothing else to do,
I turn on the tube,
And mom refused
Until a poem I write.
I try harder everyday
to do what she requests,
But a poem a show
Is hard you know,
And I�m not up to it.
Reading words straight from a page,
Are easily sounded out,
But a poem accepted,
Is totally unexpected,
And another thrown out the window.
Caught by the wind and flying real high,
My beautiful poem does travel,
catch it if you can
And read it to your mam,
But give no idea of mine.
A poem is a jewel, and keep it as such,
So keep your poetry sacred.
Do not appease,
There�s no one to please,
Only you can tell what it means.
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