Having wrote the perfect poem, <br />I placed it in a drawer, <br />Alas, for me, my luck's turned grim, <br />It's not there anymore! <br />I took the drawers out one-by-one, <br />The contents on the floor, <br />Not finding it was not much fun, <br />It cuts me to the core... <br /> <br />Nobody's been here, that I know, <br />Where has my poem gone? <br />To lose it now is such a blow, <br />No hope to build upon... <br />This situation's quite absurd, <br />A worn-out marathon, <br />I can't remember every word <br />And won't do later on... <br /> <br />I guess my poem's not that great, <br />So I've no need to pout, <br />No cause for me to celebrate, <br />No need to fret about... <br />If God could send an angel down, <br />I'm sure he'd help me out, <br />His wings could soothe away my frown, <br />His words could end my doubt... <br /> <br />I'm always leaving things behind, <br />Last week, I lost my pen, <br />Too many things upon my mind, <br />I'm just like other men... <br />I wish I'd got that poem scanned, <br />A copy there and then, <br />I'd have it here, right in my hand! ! ! <br />But that's just me... again...<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wrote-the-perfect-poem/
