Poetry Soup Decided

Poetry Soup Decided What if I were eventually to respond By writing poem with my magic wand And as the wild wand will start to wave I had become some sort of poetry slave. (as the wild wand (not WANT) will start to wave) Wrote poem after poem to my delight About love, flowers and angels in flight Bring forth from God another poem for me To clearly and perceptually start to see. My poems are a plus and a few a minus Heard that by none other than her highness To esteemed palace had I was now invited Then with tap of sword would be knighted. What a privilege all of this has been And for sure gladly like to do it again Poetry Soup wanted to have me sainted After having my provocative portrait painted. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran