I like to write poems, like everyone else,
but what should i call it, is the thought which dwells,
in my imbecile inside, who dared to write,
but can't give it a title now, am I a hypocrite?
You can call it anything, someone implied,
don't waste your time on it, everything is bona fide,
but my moron mind was yet not satisfied,
it seeked for a catchy title, not something dull and void.
So O reader, do you have something to say,
what should I call my poem, I 've wasted my whole day,
what? you think this is funny, no way,
it is the problem which never goes away.
So my poem has no title yet, and hence no knuckle,
it just a bone, without any muscle,
Yeah, I am the culprit, and my poem is the bait,
so the title of my poem is......, wait!
teal sky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-the-title-of-my-poem-is-wait/
