My Premature Saturday Shorts Poem

 

I'm standing at the table

This thing comes hurtling at me

Is it long or is it short?

Wherever can the cat be?

 

Oops, I'm getting mixed up

Last line of previous verse

Belongs in my next poem

Bother, damn, shit, curse

 

So there I am a'standing

Wondering, short or long?

Should I back or forward?

Which is right, which wrong?

 

Funny how the mind works

This poem was meant to be

Playing table tennis

In shorts, makes sense, you see?

 

Don Matthews August 2018