MY LICENCE

Written by: S. A. David

Infuriated they, 
I'm licentiate
They bawl at me, 
you licensee
Angry them, I 
officiate
They wish us both 
a divorcee

Everytime, they in 
askance
Saying I'm askew
They like not the 
parlance
I king the world's 
words, us few

Yes I am bard
And they spark 
the barney
They want it 
revoked, my 
licence card
They hate our 
scheme of rhymey

Cabal, they call us, 
cabal
They yearn to 
letter a sue
But we have 
many a pal
With a very very 
holy hue

Methinks they love 
the art
But them breathe 
fìre incense
And them do the 
very fart
But can't usurp my 
license.