I Was Gagging On Poetry Poem by Patti Masterman

was gagging on poetry
And nothing could help:

I was gagging on poetry
So they let me lay my head
On Emily's desk
And her inkwell spilled.

I was gagging on poetry
And they covered me up
With Whitman's army blanket
On which I promptly threw up.

I was gagging on poetry
And the Poet Laureate
Sent me a get well bouquet
Of forget me knots.

I was gagging on poetry
And all my poems
Kept getting rejected
For Selective Service.

I was gagging on poetry
And they performed
The Heimlich maneuver

And up came
Twelve autobiographical
Sketches of poets

Thirteen anthologies

Three missing manuscripts

Two thesaurus books

One rhyming dictionary

And my good luck eraser.