I wrote a sad poem earlier today.
Got the words out so they wouldn’t stay.
I let them crawl off my hand down my pen,
Though I didn’t really want to see them again…
I looked down, I realized that they were just wiggly words.
Scrambled up letters, invented by nerds.
I observed these puny paupers on paper,
And how exponentially their power could taper.
I can strike and scribble and doodle as I choose.
And I betcha my eraser these words’ll lose…
When it comes to a battle of strategy and wit,
These measly words could still learn a bit.
So, if you’ve got words giving you guff,
Roll up your sleeve and loosen your cuff.
Let the words slide down and splash on the pad,
And I tell you what, you’ll be happy you had.
Once they’re all there, and you’re the boss,
Well, now it’s time to play a little word toss.
Negatives and nay-sayers, out they go,
Now it’s just you and happiness running the show.
You can pop a prefix on one and BAM it’s undone,
Or rearrange some letters just for fun.
Grab your quill and get to writing,
This is not about poetry, it’s about word fighting.