I Did It Already!
I wrote a poem all of my own,
I gave it a name and even a home.
I thought it would be safe there,
Taken care of and treated fair.
I sent it off with loving thoughts,
I believed it would get where it ought.
My sister she sent one too,
And here it is in the book.
But mine is nowhere to be found,
I searched for it all around.
The whole way through front to back,
And my writing it did lack.
Where is it this child of mine?
The poem that I wrote so fine.
They promised it would go in print,
They promised it would then be sent.
They said I need not pay a fee,
I thought my poem would come back to me.
Why need I buy my own book?
When in my sisters I could look?
I looked and what did I see?
Nothing was mentioned of me.
So I'll try once more
To get my poetry up off the floor.