It was a poem to end all poems,
with its power and its amazing glory.
guess somebody else wrote that poem before,
I once or twice before heard that story.

It was a poem to withstand time,
didn't even have any rhythm or rhyme.
I guess I missed the gist of the thing,
could have had a fortune, but not one dime.

It was a poem that made us laugh and weep,
couldn't remember where my soul to keep.
I thought I kept it in my long lost left shoe,
but it wasn't there this morning, how do you do.

If you're planning the greatest poem ever writ,
plan to sprinkle it with anger, love and wit.
You never know how it will actually turn out,
hidden, no one will know what it's about.