I wish i could write a lovely poem
Like Wordsworth or robert frost
But all i can do is think and think
And muddle up totally lost

I try to write beautiful words
Emulating rudyard kipling
But becomes hard when your rhymes dont come
And you find yourself slipping

I wish i could write a huge tome
Of strange beings and stranger lands
Alas! I am not Tolkein
And i dont have Dickens hands

So i guess it will be silly rhymes and frivolous poetry
Cause thats what comes to me
I try n try and i try so hard
A poet am not meant to be!