The Big Book of Poems

Sometimes I think big picture. By that I mean I often wonder what an anthology of my stories and poems would look like. In book form. If I ever make such a collection for poetry, I think this poem could be an excellent introduction. I even have a name in mind, but you'll have to wait for that! Or this might remain as just another fun entry for the blog (which it is, after all)! So enjoy!

A Big Book of Poems is something I want,

One that’s eloquent with no cheeky font.

It can’t be depressing, sad, or morose;

That would make me ill like an ounce of lactose.

I want poetry of rhyming silly words,

Like oogle and zoogle, quords and those zvords.

The readers of these should break into smiles;

No one wants poems of tribulations and trials.

A poem should skip, step, and bounce high.

They shan’t remind us the apocalypse is nigh.

Poems are not meant for serious matters;

For that we have textbooks: they’ll bore you to tatters.

Bards should be respected for their fine word craft,

But only if they can prove they are not daft.

What proof is needed? What is required?

A simple poem that brings laughs is desired.

Only these poets and their work will be found
In my Big Book of Poems I’ll carry around.