knee-v

This is the first, and thus far only, poem that I've written. It goes as follows:

Enharmonic Poems

A sharp bee
Flat under your nose
Lies coming out of your mouth
A sleeping baby

Be flat, eh?
Sharp knives cut.
Butter pours.
Open up.

A♯/B♭
Under your nose lies, coming out of your mouth, a sleeping baby.

B♭/A♯
Knives cut butter.
Pores open up.

knee-v