“Let’s write a silly pome,”
I said to myself today.
One that will make people happy
and laugh,
and take the blank away.

So here I go.
There are words on the page.
But what do I even say?
I guess it doesn’t matter that much.
Just tell a story that’s okay.

“Once upon a fish there was a time
when all the stars in the sky could rhyme.
That didn’t bother the living none,
but others grew jealous of the rising sun.
First the moon turned into a mirror.
Then all of the planets grew nearer.
Realizing the lack of balance,
the clouds announced their plan of absence.
Then everything fell into place.
Boom! The universe gained a new face.
The end”

Now I’m done.
The poem is over.
This is just an afterthought.
Good luck finding a four leaf clover.