I bet I can write this in under a minute—
or perhaps shorter, or longer,
or even over and under,
through the thick and thin of time,
with eyes wide open...
unless I am blind.
And I may just be that.
The first stanza took a minute—
but how many words are truly in it?
Can I match this one with that?
Or should I put on my thinking hat?
I don’t know,
nor do I know where to go.
But I am running out of time,
and fewer words are coming to mind...
Now, I am out of time.
This has been fun—
but clearly, I should consider myself done
with such a terrible poem.
Though I could say I’ve written worse,
this would be the first
that I’d actually timed myself to write.
And I do say
that it may not make much sense—
and such a poem could not be right.
But what can I say?