The deviant moon shines up above,
The paper lies naked before me,
I call to the words that lay all about,
But they only laugh, and ignore me.
I coax and cajole, I whine and I beg,
I promise them ice cream, or candy,
I throw temper fits, I scream and I hit,
Beat my head onto anything handy.
Finally, finally, they rise and they stretch,
And lazily saunter toward me,
And one after one, they crawl onto the page,
Like a present they brought to reward me.
I shake my head, sigh, and shift them around,
Like a puzzle, link one to another,
Obedient now, they slip into place,
Each one lying next to its brother.
I pet and I praise them, each adverb and noun,
I treat them with care and with love,
As they lie on the paper, so proud and so true,
And the deviant moon shines above.