Why Some Poems Don't Make It!bySapphos Sister©
The trouble with poems, I think,
is they each demand a meaning,
like children screaming for food and drink.
I dress them all up prettily
in fine words, and watch them preening,
scheming at what they're meant to be.
How am I to know? Not enough
that I've borne them. The ungrateful
brats want values and stuff
like the others have. I fill them
with love, but fear that ones so hateful
ought not to live. So I kill them.