Not the Worst or Best Poem Ever Written

A poem about writing poems

This isn't the worst poem every written,
Because poets continue to write,
They write in the heat of the day,
And in the cold of the night.

This isn't the best poem every written,
Because roses still bloom in the spring,
Lovers still walk hand-in-hand,
And one of them receives a diamond ring.

This isn't the worst poem every written,
Because Earth still orbits the sun,
The moon continues waning and waxing,
And the salmon still run.

This isn't the best poem every written,
Because poets continue to write,
They write in the heat of the day,
And in the cold of the night.