Yesterday’s Poem.

by justbekozlowski

Yesterday’s poem,
Got lost in the post,
Yesterday’s poem’s not there.

Yesterday’s poem is
Written down in my book,
But it stinks like underwear.

Yesterday’s poem
Is an elusive old dog,
Who barks at the light of the moon.

Yesterday’s poem,
Was written today,
But was tied to a massive balloon.

Yesterday’s poem,
Is a linguistic mess,
Like linguini made out of words,

Yesterday’s poem,
Is the poem you read,
And not the one you’ve heard.

If all of these things,
Turn out to be true,
Then yesterday’s poem’s a lie.

So I’ll cook the book,
The pants, the dog,
The moon, the balloon
The linguini and words
And make them yesterday’s pie.