Poets are a common breed,
they're a dime a dozen;
my uncle was a poet,
as was my second cousin.
Some are mad romantics
some are crazy, like a loon;
they write at all the odd hours,
morning, night, and noon.
The good ones leave you gasping,
at each turn of phrase;
you envy their technique,
strive to learn their ways.
The bad ones leave you laughing,
as they offer empty blithering;
you tend to scratch your head,
is there such a word as glibbering?
But, bless them all for trying,
to say what's on their minds;
it only goes to show you
it takes all different kinds!
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
Poets are a common breed,
they're a dime a dozen;
my uncle was a poet,
as was my second cousin.
Some are mad romantics
some are crazy, like a loon;
they write at all the odd hours,
morning, night, and noon.
The good ones leave you gasping,
at each turn of phrase;
you envy their technique,
strive to learn their ways.
The bad ones leave you laughing,
as they offer empty blithering;
you tend to scratch your head,
is there such a word as glibbering?
But, bless them all for trying,
to say what's on their minds;
it only goes to show you
it takes all different kinds!
