Stinkers And Gems

Sometimes I write a real stinker. Sometimes I write a nice gem. More often than not, it’s a mixture of both that somehow escapes through my pen. I know what to do with the good ones and the stinkers will all crash and burn, but what to do with the ones that are both is something that I can’t discern. Right now they all go in drawers male and female, they must multiply. When I open the drawers, it seems there are more than I recall putting inside. I hope there’s a poetry storehouse. If there is, I must go today. I’ve run out of drawers, and some smell pretty bad yet they’re too good to just throw away.