i have

i have a tale to tell you
of the pome that got away
i thought that it was comfortable
but that pome did not stay

i treated it so nicely
with clean paper, freshest ink
but that pome just abandonned me
as quick as you can wink

i left the window open
oh, i must have been insane
and that pome flew so quickly out
as a paper aeorplane

and now, all rhyme and metaphor
are like the snows of yesterday
for i had failed to memorize
the pome that got away