Honing In

I am honing in on my poem Should I rhyme it? Should it be written in Scots or English? In the kitchen, some fish has gone off A crane fly is banging its legs off the wall Like an insect giraffe The air conditioning rattles in its cage A rapper on speed The washing tangles and whirls A soapy octopus, with rainbow legs All day I write this poem and I grow older I do not watch the children play in the street Little explosive Catherine wheels, whooping and wild The triangular geometry of my bottom Fills the computer seat I am honing in on my poem Who knows if anyone will read it?