My teacher told me to write a poem,
But I can’t do that because poems
Require not only thought but inspiration,
And inspiration is a tricky thing.
It comes without warning,
When it’s least expected or wanted,
And when it comes,
It must be attended to,
Because it will make a nuisance of itself
Until its idea is heard.
Today I thought about all kinds of things:
Snowflakes, the holidays, fairies, animals,
I even drafted a few poems.
But none of them were any good,
Because they were uninspired.
So I finally wrote this down,
And I hope there’s enough inspiration in it
To make it a poem and not just some writing.
 

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