Poem, B Momentous

How to Write the Right Book

Boo.

I have tried and have tried
To write the right book
I have finally wrote it

You should really take a look

First write a word
The word you know best
Then write the next
This isn’t a test

I wrote the best word
The word, it was boo
It knew it, I knew it
I knew it right through

Word after word I wrote it all down
And after I finished I fell to the ground

I set of to publish it then and there
But when I thought about it
I asked myself “Where?”
“Where was this place to get a book published?”

“To the bookstore!” I thought as I went on my way
“To the bookstore I’ll go and there I will stay”

I asked if they’d publish my book for me
They looked through the book and the said “No!”
“This book is worth nothing! It’s a practical joke! Go climb up a tree!”
“If this is a poem, it has no good beat! If this is a book it’s as confusing as a flea!”

I sat down and thought, “How is being confusing like being a flea?”
“And why would they make me climb up a tree?”

I finally forgot about climbing up fleas and being like a tree
That old book that I made was really a poem

It is this one right here and it was made by me!