A Poem - Pam Davila

Poetry is not my thing.

I know it’s a common phrase to say,

But honestly I’d much rather sing

Than read a poem about horse and hay.



It’s not only that I can’t read a poem

But honestly, I can’t write it too.

I’ll try my pen at home,

My page says blank as I : “ACHOO!”



Excuse me; I think I may just be

Allergic to the wonderful rhythms of

Poetry.



Now when I try to write (oh and I do try).

My poems come out as easy rhymes.

I lose true sight

….wait, what rhymes with rhyme?



Now this nonsense has gone on too long.

I bow to applause

As I finish my song

And now I’m done stating my cause.