untitled #4

I write the unpoem
I unwrite the repoem
I rewrite the depoem
I dewrite the bepoem.

O, poem, where are thy words?
who has thy rhythm?
why doesn’t anything rhyme with
rhythm
or orange?
unless sporange is in
The Oxford Unabridged,
then, where were you
when you readed it
and debunked
another
perfectly good excuse
for never using orange
or sporange in a
poem again, let alone
twice each?
N’Ice job, btw.
wink.
Wait, I think I see another rhyme.
never mind.