My poem was written,
But, was dropped on the desk.
And, became a big jumbled,
Unbelievable mess.
I tried hard to fix it,
But an endless loop.
A pile of word babble,
And, alphabet soup.
Lasagna and hot dogs,
On shiny clean dishes,
Try high octane whipo,
On potatoes with whiskers.
Cyber space scene,
In my cup of Earl Tea,
Brush the hair of an anteater,
Or, shave a dog’s flea.
Turkeys in tuxedos,
Oliver and the gruel,
In a flattened pontoon,
Float on a carpool.
A dare-devil peacock,
Turns around on a dime.
For a chicken wing side dish,
With ice cream, just fine.
Jammed paper jelly,
Leaves a dull paper cut.
Tail wags the kite,
The kite wags the pup.
The receptionist smiles,
At the peon with clout.
Baby walks in smiling,
Throws the bathwater out.
Palm trees and snowballs,
In Beta Fish tank.
Play hands-on football,
Food scraps then flank.
In the end, I can’t find,
The meaning at last.
A poem for the shredder,
And, dreadful first draft.