When a hundred poems are done
I’ll look back and remark on the fun.
And sadness and love and hate,
and the sun and rain.
I’ll look back and remember all the pain
it was to have to write one poem at least
That’s not to say it’ll be too much a chore.
This took me five minutes and all I missed was my Facebook score.
In fact, if nothing else,
if these hundred poems could keep me from my online self
that would be prize enough,
at least until I muster the energy to do some other stuff.
So here I pledge, in mixed and muddled rhyme,
to learn something about poems,
instead of give Facebook all my time.