This is a poem
Because I said so.
“It can’t be,” you say, “with no poetic foot!”
That doesn’t stop the snail from going places, does it?
“And no rhythm?” you query, with confident scowl.
Well, have you ever sat and listened to the wind howling
In the trees? “It’s a dumb poem anyhow
Because it doesn’t rhyme.”
Yes it does,
Some of the time.