Mommy, Where Do Poems Come From?

When a daddy poem and a mommy poem love each other very much

And all the iambic pentameters have reached their monthly apogee

The daddy poem takes his A-B-A-B and gently puts it into the mommy poem's Haiku

In a dignified reproductive dance that ends with a cup of tea

I know you've heard other stories

Of slam poetry contests done in the open mic forums

But those are far too gonzo and frightening

With spotlight and quavering voice amplifying everything in a far too public porno display

Sometimes there can be two daddy poems

Both with aggressive stanzas

Or perhaps two mommy poems

Each an open interpretative style

In each case a mash of word DNA soup comes together

Producing something unique though all the words have been used before

Which continues to grow and change over the hours, days, and years

Nothing being perfect

And the Great Author is known to revise endlessly past the point of tears

Mostly

That's where poems come from

The product of the marriage of words

Assigned and assembled

Parsed, carved, and molded until they resemble

Something almost beautiful

Though even that is only subjectively true