Quite the poet

Written by: Robert Shreve

I have become quite the poet
Wouldn't you know it

I have made a bit of racket
With words that spill out of my jacket
Like an old sugar packet

Rhyming is my thing
but words I can not sing

The words I do say
just seem to pay
If only I were so gay

Rhymes forming in my head
As I go off to bed

Words coming faster then I can write 
now is my plight

pen and paper in hand is almost to much to stand
I'm just looking for a fan
with all that I have ran