I Was Only Acting Puckish

Stretched my toes and curled Twisting as I twirled Coffee stirred and swirled Good morning to the world I am rich beyond belief Was falling like a leaf Heart stolen by a thief Now lost of all my grief It's what your eyes can see That something's found in me The same since I was wee True love is that the key From what I feel inside I never run and hide My eyes are open wide And take all things in stride To all who say they know me I say really what do you see If they tell me what I should be Then I tell them just to blow me If you tell me what to publish I will tell you that is rubbish If then you try to punish I was only acting puckish Running out of words Stopped bursting in like herds Like running out of herbs It is strictly for the birds While in my writing fun I've wrote an endless pun Now that I am done Its time my pen to shun