(Today’s style is Diminishing Poetry where the last word of each phrase gets shorter and shorter until it’s no more. I am tired and just got home to Denver so this poem was done in 10 minutes!)
I’m home
I flew home today. It was as smooth as a song with good strum.
And the plane was silent with no trim-trim-trum.
The lady sitting next to me thought “um,”
And I looked at her in an anxious state with the reply of “m.”