This poem has an attitude
It looks as if to say
‘You’re not the boss of what I do.
My lines do NOT belong to you.
I know you know that this is true
So keep your words away.’
This poem doesn’t like me much
It thinks I try to take
The credit for it being here
Because I tried to sidle near
In hopes that I could catch its ear.
That was a BIG mistake!
This poem turned to me and said,
‘I hope that this gets through.
There’s nothing you can get from me,
So run away and leave me be!
Or else I’ll have to make you see
What an angry poem can do.’
This poem had a scary voice
I knew its strike would sting
So I admitted I was wrong.
‘I’m sorry that I came on strong.
It’s just, I thought you were a song.
And only hoped to sing.’
This poem gave a little laugh
And then it shook its head.
‘I thought you were a poem-thief,
But now I feel a great relief
Because I know you meant no grief.
We’ll sing these words instead.’