This poem real­ly has no top­ic
And I shall try not to be philo­soph­ic
I’m cer­tain­ly not one phil­an­thropic
Though some­times accused of being myopic
So don’t peruse it with intent micro­scop­ic
It may prove to be episod­ic
With luck, per­haps rhap­sod­ic
Or occa­sion­al­ly even melod­ic
Venturing off to become hyp­not­ic
Though not so deep as a nar­cot­ic
I hope it does not seem psy­chot­ic
But it could be mar­gin­al­ly neu­rot­ic
If you’re hop­ing for some­thing exot­ic
Or even more so, mild­ly erot­ic
You’re more like­ly to find it quixot­ic
And per­haps just a tad idi­ot­ic
Try not to think of it as robot­ic
Just some­thing a trace periodic

And tom­fool­ery.

  • Chuck Witt

    Chuck is a retired archi­tect, a for­mer news­pa­per colum­nist, and a life­long res­i­dent of Winchester.