A Poet’s Qualm

Gather your thoughts

Put them in a box

Then take a few pots

And put them on top

Take out a fork, or a whisk, or a spoon

And start up a song with a marching band tune

March out the eggs

And march out the steaks

Then march out the milk

And the leftover cakes

March them all down to the dining room table

And eat them all up so that you will be able

To clean up the pots

And the whisk, and the spoon

And unpack the box

Of thoughts made by you

Now don’t you feel better?

A bit more in whack?

Sometimes all that you need

Is an afternoon snack!