Poetry Friday: I'll-Show-You-My-Nonsense-If-You-Show-Me-Yours Edition

My favorite thing about this Poetry Friday feature is that I have absolutely no idea where it’s going, a one-off joke run amok.* Today’s poem—which fell out of my brain like a baby falling out of a bicycle basket**—won’t clarify anything:

Poems can be short,
And poems can be long,
But this ain’t a poem:
It’s a song.

(DUM-dee-dee-DUM-dum-DUM-dee-dee-DEE)

Poems can be sour,
And poems can be sweet,
But this ain’t a poem:
It’s a beet.

(I can only think of two things that are ever described as “beet red”: #1 Embarrassed people, #2 Beets.***)

Poems can be silly
And make no sense,
But this ain’t a poem:
It’s a fence.

(picket-picket-picket-picket-POST-picket-picket-picket-picket...)

But poems can’t alternate
Short verse and parentheticals.
Such a thing
Would be heretical.

(Um, yeah. I got nuthin’.)

Your turn. What poem falls from your brain in a baby-from-a-bicycle-basket manner?

* Does anything ever just “walk amok”?

** I made that up. It's called a simile. Poets can do that sort of thing. It doesn't make much sense. Poets can also do that.

*** And really, I don't think I've ever actually heard someone describe a beet as "beet red", because that would be pointless; I can only imagine someone remarking that a beet was not beet red, such as: "That beet's not beet red. It's yellow!" ("Beet yellow"?)