I sat there thinking, as you do, the pen within my hand.
Creative thoughts, I had a few, but nothing yet was planned.
I started with the title first… It seemed to be O.K.
But my new poem was the worst! I soon threw it away!
Chucked in the bin and rightly so, but that was not enough!
I took it out! It had to go! To think I wrote that stuff!
I put it in my mouth and chewed and ate it there and then!
Thank God because it was quite rude! I won't do that again!
Denis Martindale. August 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem