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.