Meant To ****
Sun sets in the west,
full moon slowly rising.
You can hear the distant howls,
so far, I've used twenty vowels.
Playing baseball with some friends,
it ain't over til it's over.
Hit myself a line drive double,
tried for third, but got in trouble.
Do you care what I say,
if you don't, then it's ok.
Time flying so very fast,
hard to remember my troubled past.
Who cares what you think,
this poem is starting to stink.
Not everyone can be a classic,
I was due for a clunker.
Not every dog has its day,
poor dogs, they have no say.
Some may bark, some may bite,
putting then down, isn't a pretty sight.
This poor poem had no chance,
I just gave it a second glance.
Time to put this out of its misery,
and finally end this poem catastrophe.