Sometimes I don't say much ahead of the poem because it says enough on its own.
I am impatient.
I hate waiting.
Impatience is an
I'm the other one.
And we snicker at
the calm and cool.
Stupid fool, stupid fool!
And yet the slipper never
fits my foot. Never fits my foot!
Even though I'm quite impatient
and demand that it does, I can not
squeeze my fat hoof into it and
therefore it winds up often and most snug
inside my large impatient mouth!