When a Poet Writes Immersed in a Toddler’s Universe

You cannot escape me...hehehe!!!

You cannot escape me…hehehe!!!

When a Poet Writes Immersed in a Toddler’s Universe

I just want to write—

a damn poem tonight!

I’m a poet,

and yeah, I know it…

Inspiration seems to be in short supply,

except what is found in this writer’s whine.

Just write, just write—I just want to scream!

Hmm, instead I think—

I’ll just down this bowl of ice cream.

These pasteurized cheese product of rambling rhymes

Simple they are just simply cannot be mine.

I can do better. I think I can-

I think I can, I know I can!

Despite being exposed to too much Thomas the Tank Engine

at my toddler’s hands.

Yes, I am poet.

I am what I am.

A good one too—

even if suffering from reading too many times

the verses of Green Eggs and Ham.

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