The Wordsmith's Final Draft
The wordsmith did lament
His final draft
For far too far he went
When trying to meld the mottled thoughts
Into words which we would
Ever wish that we could
Read with clarity, but
He had tried too hard
In a battle with unrelenting concrete words
To squeeze those thoughts together
As if he were squeezing them through his nose
Until either the words or the smith turned blue
And the wordsmith did
As wordsmiths sometimes do
