The First

Day one of this year of poems has begun, no more will I delay.

These words comprise the first poem, so they have to be great.

People must love them (me)so much they cry at even one missed day,

Similar to how the Octomom's tears would flow if her period was late.

Rhyming or prose, silly or profound, my poems will truly delight and woo.

Please don't be embarrassed when these pretty packaged words become your literary crack.

You are not alone at being affected by the verbage I so eloquently spew.

I was once told if I said anything more I would cause the hearer a heart attack.

The above statement was said by my son at a time I was giving him a "healing" lecture.

He was overcome with emotion and serious physical symptoms at my words.

He loved what I was saying so much he flashed me a weird finger gesture.

When I asked what he was doing, he said something bizarre about flipping birds.

This poem about my poetry is just about complete.

I think it bodes well for tomorrow and what will come.

Check in whenever you want, let my words be your treat.

You will feel that you've received a gift;  just ask my finger gesturing son.