The Last Laugh

  
I knew from the start  
this poem  
was nothing but trouble  
It left my washing in the rain  
burned my breakfast  
chose a dirty shirt by mistake  
and made me late for work    
again  
   
The second verse  
was never a favorite of mine  
proving peskier than the first  
and my boss was not amused    
by the ongoing demands it made    
twice he caught me  
canoodling out loud  
abusing valuable company time  
much to his dismay  
   
Infatuated over lunch  
and during a testy train ride home  
a horde of phantom phrases    
spawned blizzards of word confetti  
causing temporary blindness  
while I missed my stop    
with almost fatal results    
when carelessly crossing the road  
   
In poet dreamland  
one session's always enough    
to write and edit the final draft    
of even the mightiest ode  
but this little brat  
kept me up all night  
until at last we agreed  
to sleep  
on this title it finally chose