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!