My Poetry
Poetry is a bug in my ear
It requires my participation
It goads me to get off my rear
And see to the situation
A little rhyme stills my mind
And the high leaves me drowsy
It is a reward for the words I find
Even when the poem is lousy
I try to write the best I can
But I sometimes publish too soon
I squander the chance to be grand
With a ditty out of tune
Sometimes I crave good comments
And the likes of many others
It is a sad little event
When my genius goes undiscovered
I enjoy the poetry community
And enjoy being part of a group
It brings out the best in me
And keeps me in the loop
I sometimes get writer’s block
When I cannot find the words
It’s then that I scribble a lot
With gibberish about a bird