Sunday, June 25, 2023

The poet laureate of Peonies Drive (draft no. 1)


The poet laureate of Peonies Drive

Wrote so few poems

Neighbors thought she wasn’t alive.

She went about from day to day

Flopping on sofas and beds in dismay

Saying, “I have nothing, plumb nothing,

Just nothing to say,

And it has gone on this way for interminable days.

Someone please take this poor poet’s crown away.”

So someone did and left her there

With nothing on top of her dark brown hair,

Alone and in throws of deep despair,

The once poet laureate of Peonies Drive,

Who had all but forgotten how to jive.