A Poet's Birth



Today I opened up my head to let my brain escape

It scampered and wandered and hopped about and then put on a cape

It leapt and soared and flew far away from me

All because I opened my head to let my mind go free

I could not stand to see it go, so I prayed all the harder

It hopped left, it hopped right, and then went to raid the larder

I caught my mind and bound it up and clamped it down with chain

All my visions left me then and now came in the pain

I cut and sawed and broke the chains and set my mind on high

But all in vain and all too late, for it refused to fly

I tossed my brain and got my bat, "By golly, a home run"

It grew wings, just like a pig's, and flew off to the sun

And thus was I born a poet



Patrick W. Crocker ©



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