The Not So Famos Poet

No more silly poems I refuse to be a bore, I put them in the cabinet, And then I slammed the door. I think it's time to realize It's a real job that I need, And stop this silly nonsense Writing of rivers, and green leaf trees. It can not get you any where No matter how hard you try, This writing of the heavens, Ths stars, the moon, the sky. There is nothing more to write about And nothing left to say, I'll leave it to the authors, Who for their work get paid. Lynn Barany