Two poems got away last night when I was dozing bolted out the door before I knew it laughing like fools Stole my last two beers and they were gone
“Ya see, officer, They didn't have their names yet so they don't know themselves at all or to answer if I call They misbehaved and Never learned there's rules out there I'm a lousy poet parent, yeah, I know I shoulda been tougher on 'em Half their words 'er scattered twisted, misspelled, unreadable, inept with rhythms all askew 'n weighted wrong
They will surely fall over their own lines and into big ****-trouble ***** little scribbles! sorta clumsy like their mother"
Meanwhile, the grammar cop is thinking, “They do not pay me enough for this! I'm looking for children of the village idiot and a *****”
"...Across the yard and down the alley They must've run Hopin' they didn't figure out the stick on the Toyota
I'll never see 'em again Pretty sure they got my keys"
The cop is nodding, bored, polite but I notice He's written all this down