My first thought
Is nearly always a pun
Or wordplay on a cliché
I’m a cliché that way
My second thought
If it comes
Is whether to own the groan
Or to think of something
Other
Even try for clever
My third thought
Is about the wait
If it will be worth it
And how many bolts it will take
To hold these thoughts together
If a fourth thought comes
I’d want it to be a tap that releases the flow
A run of words
Otherwise the cliqué will win
And who wants that?
I hope you’re all riveted