Audacity

I was reading Ron Padgett's Great Balls of Fire last night and died laughing at the third poem in this, his debut collection--an obsessive and/or absent-minded sonnet called "Nothing in That Drawer."

Nothing in That Drawer

Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.