This next poem…
What will it be about?
I have no clue
Should I condemn
And force a clearing cloud
To move out of the blue
I’ll write it about nothing at all
And then sometime next fall
I’ll find all this gibberish
And wonder, “What the fish!”
“These birds don’t fly!?!”
So now I bring to an end
This poem that I now lend
To whoever needs a good cheering
I hope this has brought you some clearing