A Poem from a Crate

A POEM FROM A CRATE (by Jan Elgroth Talvinen)

I was sitting in a crate

Thinking about love and hate

When a small midget running by

Started to scream, shout and cry.

He broke my chain of thoughts and then,

On a scale from one to ten,

His creaky noise rose to a twelve...

Oh! What annoying little elf!

My thoughts of love departed far -

I imagined tanks of tar

Pouring on that fidget’s head

And drowning him - No! This is bad!

I restrained myself jumping out

‘Cause I realized that with no doubt

The little jester’s unaware

(had he known, he wouldn’t dare)

That someone’s sitting in that crate.

 Thus... I dismissed my thought of hate.