There once was a boy
Who went to the market
And bought some hot chocolate
And put it in his red pocket.
I said, it's fine, Ethan, especially that red pocket—
what do you call it? He said, what do you mean? Most
poems have names, I said. And he said, ah…George.
And when he heard me repeating the story of his
poem and of its naming, he said, sometimes I call it