The poet has a way with words;
he rounds them up like farmer’s herds.
Arranges them upon the page
in measured lines, so he can gauge
their metre, rhythm, pace and rhyme.
Perfectionist; he takes his time,
but secretly, and this is true:
puts pen to page to play with you,
to gently tug upon the strings
of your poor heart until it sings
a song so sweet, it will inspire,
like Orpheus upon his lyre!
This poet’s pleasing \'poem ploy\'
puffs up his heart with pride and joy!