Fool With a Pen

First off my friend Let me begin By saying I ain't no poet Just a fool with a pen Now with those pleasantries Out of the way Let me proceed to say What I need to say I've written different poems On different subjects, different matters Some soft as a kitten Others mad as a hatter Every now and then I stand on the serious ledge But more often than not I fall right off of the edge Like I said before I'm just a fool with a pen Drooling from my smile Cross eyed in my grin Separating in rhyme All the boys from the men Cackling in crazy From the beginning to the end Thanking my lucky stars Rhyming comes so easy Like a trip to Venus or Mars Half baked brain and over queasy Like I said before When all of this began I really ain't no poet Just a fool with a pen