THE KIND OF THINGS POETS THINK/DO




all its little life
the triangle longed to be
a circle




"I want to get around!"
it piped up
in its little Isosceles voice




"It's...it's preposterous!"
screamed his mother Scalenely
"...whoever heard of such a thing!"




"You should be proud of your lines!"
scolded its grandpa
equilaterally




"A triangle can not be..."
said his Papa in a right angled kind of way
"...anything other than a triangle!"




"I always felt I was a circle
trapped inside
a triangle's body!"




one day a passing poet
eavesdropped in an idle moment
on what the lines were saying




"Why ever not...why
ever not" said the poet
poet chaps tend to think like that




so he erased the brave
little Isosceles
drew him again as a circle




"Wheee!"
laughed the former Isosceles triangle
delighting in its circle-ness




this is the kind of things
poets think of
poets do