I think it might have been a bit of wit,
But then I think it might have been a spark
So now I must decide and then submit
A poem.  Then write the poem and make my mark.

I could have picked a poem about a lark,
And told of how to flew across the room.
I could have picked a poem about the dark,
And told of how the dark can be a tomb.

As you can see I wrote this poem of this,
A mind’s first thought can be like cheese of Swiss.