Do magpies make pies
Doe's butterfly onto bread
While catnips nude toes

Do weeping willows
green flowing branches cascade
water falls of tears

Do poets who have
No subject of great concern
Write bits of nonsense

Wake dimwitted muse
Prolonged snoring not allowed
Pen and ink await

When you reach bottom
Of this silly poem no doubt
You will pitch it out

So then do it now
Do you think I really care
Confess you've been there

A dear friend once wrote
Sometimes life is not poetic
How true those words are