One Good Poem

One good poem is all I ask,

Each morning on my bed lying;

Yes, this my daily task,

And for just one I keep trying.

So it is my head I clear,

Until empty is my noodle;

And just what will appear

As across the page I doodle?

For perfect words waiting,

In metre and rhythm to flow;

Like a hook I’m baiting,

And the big one I’ll catch you know!

And so I keep trying,

For the perfect poem I won’t quit;

But on my bed lying,

It’s now apparent, this ain’t it!