A poem with an attitude <br />Turned up at half-past-three, <br />It woke me up and said, 'Hey, dude, <br />It's time for poetry! ' <br />I wrote nine poems yesterday, <br />Those guys give me no rest... <br />I slithered out of bed O.K. <br />And stayed there, unimpressed... <br /> <br />Now almost dozing, lay there still, <br />How long, I know not when, <br />Then crawled across the carpet till <br />I found paper and pen... <br />The poem prodded, like they do, <br />Impatient like they are, <br />All ready with its point of view <br />To broadcast near and far... <br /> <br />So there I was, with one eye closed, <br />The first line on the page, <br />My body slumped and strangely posed <br />At this most awkward stage... <br />The first verse came, eight, six, eight, six, <br />The syllables in form, <br />While I lay there, as cold as bricks, <br />Fatigued, no longer warm... <br /> <br />But onward, ever onward, I, <br />Began the second verse, <br />To finish this before I die, <br />If things should get much worse... <br />The third verse started very well, <br />I smiled at what it meant <br />And even giggled for a spell, <br />Like it was Heaven-sent... <br /> <br />The final verse, at last, at last, <br />The poem shook my hand, <br />'Well done, my friend, that was a blast! <br />I knew you'd understand! ' <br />With that, the poem paused in prayer, <br />'I couldn't ask for more! ' <br />'That's great! ' I said, eyes closed, right there, <br />Then slept upon the floor! <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-impatient-poem/
