I’ll conjure up, create, compose,
a poem, which to you, I s’pose
sounds easy, like a piece of piss;
put pen to paper, make ‘em kiss!
How hard is it to write in rhyme?
It takes no talent, only time,
you’d think! Though don’t dismiss desire,
or Muse, who forges in the fire
sweet inspiration, gleaned from God,
not wasted on just any sod!
Just wordsmith-wizard wielding wand,
rogue rhymester, who of words is fond,
proud poet, who, with poise and pose
will piss on poor pathetic prose!