#50 A Poem-a-Day
When I wrote this poem, it was early. I was tired. I wasn't in a great mood. This is what came out. This one's a hoot.
I'd been trying to write another poem. It just wasn't working. As soon as I finished this one, the other one started coming out. See #51.
A Poem-a-Day September 13, 2020 #50
While looking up poetry forms, I found
Of American Poets, The Academy.
I signed up for their poem-a-day
But it was not my cup of poetry tea.
I wanted to read something simple,
Something short and sweet.
My attention span’s not so great these days.
Just give me four iambic feet.
Today’s the third day of poem-a-day.
The poem, heavy and dense, was writ,
Too hard for me to decipher,
Too long and too short of wit.
This morn I decided to cut the cord,
Those words to forever delete.
I punched Unsubscribe and Other checked,
And below, the reason they received.
“I’m getting too much email.
Covid is raging wild.
These poems aren’t what I want to read.
Signed, a woman, self-exiled.”
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