Riding the Roost
Some call me prolific
I call me obsessed
Some say I'm a kook
I say I'm blessed
It's all that I think of
Poems from the heart
But silly damn nonsense
Is still my main art
Takes the same effort
To make people laugh
As it does to depress them
To make you gasp
So this here is me
Just little old me
A happy old duffer
Filled with much glee
So next time you're looking
For a morning boost
Check out this old Jester
He'll be riding the roost
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2022
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