Nothing to craft
That's a lie
It's hardly a task
I just let words fly
I made the title
**** I messed it up
By going meta
And telling you
What's what
But that's ok
Here I go anyway
This poem could still be good
Surely?
Floating flocks of fawns
That drowned in humble ponds
Miserable image sure
But it has a weird allure
How do I tie this together...
Right, just let it flow
No need for clever
Writing poems
Is like grating cheddar