My Poem

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.