Poet ryzhome
Looked for a place to stay
This night is looking bleak
To find some place to sleep
Could there be a room for my poems and me to sleep
A home tonight
a Poetries home
The poet tried to seek
a shelter from the tempest
That racked his thoughts
stringing him along into
regions unknown
But shelter must be secured
This night is the night
this place it looks as though
A likely place Poetry\'s own