I struggled for a while this December Night,
As I tried to think with some of my might,
About what upon this blog I’d write.
And after thinking the whole thing over,
I figured that I may as well
Write a poem that’s unfit to tell
In the public sector, or by people named Hector,
Or even to be trashed by a garbage collector.
So, I set down to write a po’m.
And while I think, I think I’m goin
To write a poem about poetry,
Cause it’s meta, and meta is okay
So think real hard, and think about
A poem whose poet you can fitly call a lout,
Whatever that is.
This poem now fizzes,
And sizzles, and stops
And stops and sizzles, and crackles
And finally ends
Right where the fish flops.