Open a dictionary at random, close your eyes, put your finger down. Whatever word you ended up on, write a poem about that word — not USING that word, but actually ABOUT that word.
I got the word RIGHT.
In Camelot (or so they say)
they pondered on this night and day:
“If right makes might,
then does it fall that
might is never wrong at all?”
This might be right,
I must confess.
That is unless you’re not the best
at doing good and being nice —
I’ll bet they thought about that twice!
For might can also be abused,
it all depends on how it’s used.
Might might be right should duty call,
but doing right is best of all!