A POEM COMES INTO BEING AND JUST AS QUICKLY DISINTEGRATES  INTO A MERE NOTHING AT ALL!

the letters crowded around me
demanding to be words
in an excellent poem

"I'll... see what I can do?"
I half promise them
they glow with pride

"Is...is this it?" they demand
"Well....it was the best
I could come up with!"

the words slink off
grumbling that they
won't pick me again