My son asked me to write him a poem that rhymes
|My son has requested a poem that rhymes.
He’s not satisfied with my usual trick
of scribbling vague nonsense that wraps up sometimes
with clunky non sequiturs, jarring as brick
that shatters your window with threats wrapped around.
It’s one way to garner attention, I guess.
But he wants a work of euphonious sound,
an opus requiring a bit more finesse.
Well ... this isn’t that. Though I’ve tried to comply,
I don’t have it in me to write on demand
and convey deep ideas while I rhyme on the fly.
Such lofty endeavors have got to be planned.
Perhaps I’ll be suited to meet his desires
when I’ve become ancient and earned greater wit.
Till then, the bare bones of the task he requires
is all I can manage. Dear son, this is it.