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