I sat all day in the blinds in the marsh, br trying to trap a poem. br I set my traps in the deep woods. br I dug a hole in the ice, br but the poems weren't biting. br br The poems were too smart for me, br they were onto my ways. br They'd gotten my scent br and stayed away. br br I was getting hungry, br starving for poems. br I was wasting away. br br FEMA never brought me any poems. br The government never air-dropped br any Poems-Ready-To-Go. br br At last, a small poem came by, br but it wasn't much, br it didn't have much meat. br br I'm starting to think br these regions are all poemed out. br I need to head for a wilder place.