Bow To the Queen
This poem belongs to me
I'm the Queen of poetry
With my pen poised in the air
I scribe words that can compare
With any poet
How do I know it?
I show it,
I sit here with pen in hand
No other poet felt so grand
As me
When I write poetry
My punctuation is up the creek,
But people still listen when I speak
It doesn't matter what I write
As long as it's not full of trite
How can that be
When the poet is me.
I do not bother with big words,
As long as the words are heard
That's good
Anyway my vocabulary
It is limited, as you can see
We all have limitations
And assorted imaginations.
I am pleased to say
That poetry is better that way,
How boring (YAWN) that would be
Especially one grand as me
If we all wrote the same
Shame
Shame, Shame indeed
All poets write to fill a need
For everyone who reads
Poetry
Of any kind
I have put my pen down,
And next to it, I've placed my crown,
My family are calling me
Where are you, Mum? We're hungry!
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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