This was going to be a poem
About an indecision
But I couldn’t decide
How to word my vision
It was going to talk about a girl
And whether or not I liked her
It was going to say “I’m such a churl”
And ask if it was moment’s spur
It was going to mumble all about
Her beauty like a bumble bee
It was going to go on and pout
About what this means to me
This was going to be a poem
About an indecision
But no matter how I wrote
It always needed revision