Stinkers And Gems

Sometimes I write a real stinker.
Sometimes I write a nice gem.
More often than not, it’s a mixture of both
that somehow escapes through my pen.

I know what to do with the good ones
and the stinkers will all crash and burn,
but what to do with the ones that are both
is something that I can’t discern.

Right now they all go in drawers
male and female, they must multiply.
When I open the drawers, it seems there are more
than I recall putting inside.

I hope there’s a poetry storehouse.
If there is, I must go today.
I’ve run out of drawers, and some smell pretty bad
yet they’re too good to just throw away.