Quite the Poet
I have become quite the poet
Wouldn't you know it
I have made a bit of racket
With words that spill out of my jacket
Like an old sugar packet
Rhyming is my thing
but words I can not sing
The words I do say
just seem to pay
If only I were so gay
Rhymes forming in my head
As I go off to bed
Words coming faster then I can write
now is my plight
pen and paper in hand is almost to much to stand
I'm just looking for a fan
with all that I have ran
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
