I Was Gagging On Poetry

was gagging on poetry And nothing could help: I was gagging on poetry So they let me lay my head On Emily's desk And her inkwell spilled. I was gagging on poetry And they covered me up With Whitman's army blanket On which I promptly threw up. I was gagging on poetry And the Poet Laureate Sent me a get well bouquet Of forget me knots. I was gagging on poetry And all my poems Kept getting rejected For Selective Service. I was gagging on poetry And they performed The Heimlich maneuver And up came Twelve autobiographical Sketches of poets Thirteen anthologies Three missing manuscripts Two thesaurus books One rhyming dictionary And my good luck eraser.