a poet dontcha know it

For the remainder of the semester, we will be writing poetry in my creative writing class. I may have mentioned I am not terribly excited about this, but am going to muster as much enthusiasm as I can. Especially in light of the fact that some people in the class, and one in particular that I'd like to boot upside the head, keep whining about how much they hate poetry and "the grotesqueries of the subjective."

The first assignment was a first-line swap.  We wrote the first line of a poem and then the whole class basically randomly traded.  The line I got was "Tonight, dinner can't come soon enough."  Below the cut is my result:


( This is Poem Number One )