Sidney Beck Poet Quatrain

King of Crap

KING    OF    CRAP


Deep thoughts can come to my mind
And go fast;  but shallow thoughts stay. 
You probably wouldn’t be so unkind
As to agree,  but  you certainly may.

Sometimes I sit for days and the muse
Is asleep  or else maybe drunk:  
And my silence may be a cause to amuse,
Though I think, thank and thunk.

But when I drink and take something edible
And munch, and don’t even think,
It seems I can’t stop my pen’s scribble:
It may even flow without the need for ink.

Some there are who call me Poetry King
And some just say he’s  “that writer chap”, 
Not for the volume of my writing  -
But for its quality  -  I’m the King of Crap.

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Zzzzz Zzzzz August 8, 2011 at 11:46 AM We all need to be self-critical sometimes and we certainly need to be able to laugh at ourselves. This is a fun write, and actually a good poem! Robert.

Steven Cooke August 8, 2011 at 11:20 AM i love this, but remember we all have at least one fan, ourselves. good poetry my friend.