UNTITLED POEM
Another untitled poem comes
From within my pen
And as I see it written
I say, “Oh not again!”
Another rhyming quatrain
That I can’t give a name
I shall put it on my wall
In a cheap gold-plated frame
The poem I shall cherish
Forever and a day
And in four score I shall find it
And remember I felt this way
Not another untitled poem
Filled with all my feelings
Now you know exactly how I feel
After all of my concealing
I hate untitled poems
They all look the same
Buy there’s one thing I’m forgetting
Untitled is still a name
