It’s poetry.Gooooood heavens.

Poems are shorter
Shorter than a novel is.
Still – no one reads them.

Except for the ones
Written inside Birthday cards.
Sentiment’s valued.

And we remember
That poor lady of Shallot
Peeling onions.

And also repeat
Nursery rhymes and stories
For little children.

You see thy don’t know
It’s poetry,.Goood heavens.
That is not for me.