Eight days ago I wrote
A poem. “What?” you gasp.
I raise my eyebrow at your sarcasm
And then my hands I clasp.
The problem with this poem
Was that I wrote it as a page,
So it did not show up in this feed.
You cannot guess my rage.
So know I’ve fixed the error
And I present for you
The June 30th poem
That you thought had gone askew.
Coworkers:
I hit the nail on the head,
Pound, pound, pound.
I hit the nail many times
And beat it into the ground.
I hammered on that nail
With all my worldly might,
And as I did, I thought of you.
It brought me much delight.
Maybe it was better
That the poem above was lost.
I no longer feel the way I did.
This line rhymes with Faust.
Now mercifully I leave you
Until the Ninth of July.
Thanks again Dear Readers,
And once again, good bye.
On an unrelated, but absolutely true note, this stupid Meta-poem posted itself as a page, rather than a post, twice. It may still be a page. We will see.
The Daily Travesty 