by Robert Meuser   Jul 30, 2008

Poetic Diarrhea
R. Meuser

Before this Poetry Thing
early this morning
my mind pooped out four poems
without any warning.

First, came one
and then came two.
I had to write so fast
my fingers turned blue.

The writing was good
but not real great.
I thought I could stop it
with a spoon of Kaopecktate.

I figured I was cured
what more could there be?
Then came an inspiration
suddenly, the count was three.

I was exhausted
my arm was sore.
Plop! out came another
the total was four.

The dilemma I was in
was plain to see.
The Kaopecktate did not work
I considered taking Imodium AD.

My body started shaking
my brow became wet.
Oh no, could there be
another poem yet?

My eyes grew blurry
my hand became numb.
Suddenly I felt
another thought come.

Then I realized
the numbers didn't jive
I had added one more
and made the count five.

I thought I was going crazy
or at least on the border.
But all poets know
this is a natural disorder.

Now you know the story
of my poetic crappin.
But I fear it is not over
because poems just happen.


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  • 9 years ago

    by Kitty

    I am in tears! (from laughter of course) awsome poem!

  • 9 years ago

    by Diana Barahona

    OHMYGAHHHDDD; i love this poem :).

  • 9 years ago

    by Addie Coleman

    The best damn poem keep it up

  • 9 years ago

    by lilly

    Wow what a strange poem.... I LOVE IT!!! Keep writting i am adding you to my fave. poets nice job

    Continue writing

  • 9 years ago

    by Robert Meuser

    Thanks for the comment. If it gives you a smile for the day then it was worth writing.