Fan Fiction ❯ The Interview ❯ One-Shot

I wrote this long ago when I was but a wee lass. I have a problem with poems, you see. I can only write them if I get inspired. If I try to write something when I'm not, it ends up looking like some second-grader's 'I walked my dog/ We sat on a log' type of thing. I really wanted to write a poem that day, so long ago, but I couldn't come up with anything. Then, like a bolt from the blue (I love cliches!), inspiration struck: I could write a poem about how hard it is to write poems! Within minutes, I had this cute little thing. Enjoy.

The Interview

An idea comes, a word, a phrase,

Then is gone; only the memory remains

A line on a paper, nothing more,

Then I forget what it's down there for

Now it's finished, I add a title

And reread it, again, for a recital

A word doesn't fit;

It's too late to rewrite it

There's an extra beat, I know they heard;

It would truly be great, but for that one, dumb, word!

'Well,' here it comes, 'It's like this, you see

We think you're the greatest poet that ever was, or will be!'