While the Boars Brush Past

Some poems, true, you have to ask
Them if they want to mean things

A brain could parse, or if they
Just want to play. We like play,

But we try to bring small gifts
For our hosts, since we’re not poems

Who get to stay whole in mind
Most times. As words of course, bits,

We’ve been in the best hosts known
As well as most of the worst.

But as lines, much less whole poems,
We’re not the type. Just the type.