Dear poem,

Will you allow me
The time to contemplate? ,
Don`t rush me on too quickly
Or I will hesitate.

Please sit there in front of me
As I watch you grow,
Not another soul will see you,
Trust me, I just know.

I`ve tried to do my best for you
But it`s not looking good,
My brain is holding knowledge
Like a bag of wood.

From so many words that I can choose
To make you look neat and smart,
I`ll need more time to study
Before I make a start.

Don`t think that I`m neglecting you
That`s the last thing on my mind,
My full attention you will have
When a few brain cells I can find.