the pomes

the pomes took a trip
departed our home town
so now we have to live
without the poetry around

they took their pithy thoughts
they took their rhyming lines
they packed their feet and their trochees
they took all of their iambs

some say they were fed up
with this whole town and nation
some say they will be back in time
just took a short vacation

you might just hear a truck
you might just hear a bird
but on the streets of my home town
no poetry is heard