I took out the poem with no name,
and edited ’til it shone,
and adverbs along the way.
I pared it down to bare bones,
juxtapositions jostling with metaphors
similes replacing a pun.
I gave it a final dusting down,
with a new fangled micro-fibre cloth
and sent on its way.
I watched it float through the ether,
and wished I could call it back,
when I realised that it was
just one long cliché.