This is a poem that I tossed off,
an unassuming poem.

If this poem were a hat,
It would have a pom pom on it, maybe two,
a pink pom pom and a purple pom pom.

If this poem were a drink,
It would have an umbrella and two cherries
on top,
Or one cherry and two umbrellas.

If this poem were a dog,
It would be a French Bulldog named Marge
wearing a pink tutu.

There aren’t any deep insights
to be gleaned from this poem.
Nothing. Nada.

There aren’t any hidden meanings in it.

None that I know of.