The Really Impatient Poem

Some poems are impatient things! Yes, they pace up and down! And while they're waiting in the wings They're prone to wear a frown... One poem woke me up one night And dragged me out of bed! I trembled on the floor with fright, Enraged and seeing red... The poem stood there, pen in hand, With paper I could use, Determined I should understand That I must not refuse... 'I've waited long enough! ' he said, 'Get started straight away! ' I started crawling back to bed, But he forced me to stay! He held my feet and wouldn't quit! 'O.K.! ' I told him straight, He spoke the title bit by bit... I said, 'That's great... just great! ' He babbled on and line by line, I wrote it word for word, Of course I know it wasn't mine, For that would be absurd... 'Thank God, it's done! ' the poem smiled, 'At last it's time to rest...' He dropped my feet, no longer wild, As if he had been blessed... 'One day the world will read this verse! My thoughts in every home! ' Forgive me if I'm feeling terse, He was one nutty poem! Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2012.