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I had an idea.
I'm certain I had.
Don't know where it went,
But it wasn't half bad.
It had half of an E,
And as many an O.
But wherever it went,
I simply don't know.
I confess it was quite
A gem of a thought,
This gem of a thought
That right now I have not.
It was witty and clever,
Creative, superb.
A magnificent use
Of a noun and a verb.
It was brilliant, true!
And it was ever quite grand!
It could stand on its own
If it knew how to stand.
And it was right there,
In-be'twixt now and here.
But how could such
A wonderful thought disappear?
Even I, in my own
Regal state must confess
That to lose such a thought
Was a nincompoop's mess.
And every nincompoop knows
To be patient, my friend.
For perhaps this fine thought
Will think by once again...
Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem