Sometimes a poem begins with an idea –
an enjoyable one, like Scooby Doo,
or a not-so-funny one, like laundry.
Other times it’s a phrase,
glistening and lyrical. This poem began
without ideas. It is part of my campaign –
I’m campaigning for the poet laureateship
of Whiteway. My slant is that I write poems
without ideas. For my first speech
I thought I’d read this poem. Here it is in my hand.
It begins, “People of Whiteway!!!!”
It ends, “Thank you.” So I go plodding on.
Yesterday I went door to door passing out a pamphlet
with my campaign slogan:“Get ‘Em While They’re Hot:
Vote for Me!” Beside my picture,
I put a picture of ten hot dogs, slathered in ketchup,
each in a bun. Will I be giving out hot dogs at our next event?
Of course! You think I’d just put a picture of hot dogs
next to my face, and not pass them out?
Sheesh! The things people ask!