Ugly Poet

My poems are weak and the verse is lacking And At this moment you're attacking Correcting and dissecting And inspecting it for flaws You're reading it and bleeding it And plotting superseding it Of this I'm sure you're capable And I salute you all While sitting here and writing this It brought me tender happiness The words were dancing fairies stomping circles through my head The letters started whirling Then swirling and twirling And stacked themselves in patterns forming combos in their stead These markings joined with others As I pressed on with a shutter Which direction was this leading? I was eager to discover! And in time I surely found it And was pleasantly astounded How the lines had stacked together and the meaning that surrounded