A Copy Cat

A Copy Cay I no longer appeared to be a little tyke Have started writing poems that I like Would like to lavish in again and again Should my bragging be considered a sin? My poems have many great things to say No matter how they are read or which way They always can clearly be understood And through all time will have withstood. Around in my mind with new idea played What if Pulitzer Prize material I had made Them and one day became exactly that Visited Queen in her palace where she sat. I became distinguished and was delighted Because by the Queen I had been knighted Then sailed away in ship with much cargo After copying poems of Christopher Marlowe. All of the poems were appreciated and enjoyed Even though other poets became annoyed And all of them finally had been knocked flat When they discovered that I was a copy cat. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran