I’m a poet
And didn’t know it

Until a teacher put a pencil in my hand
And told me to write something grand

So I wrote and I wrote
Until I had built myself a boat

I made the teacher cry
But I made the oceans dry

My boat couldn’t sail away
And neither could I stay

So I wrote myself a plane
But jtes were taken by a crane

So I wrote myself a car
But it couldn’t get very far

So then I wrote a bike
But the wheels fell off near the pike

So then I wrote a pair of shoes
But someone stole them, gave me a bruise

At last I wrote about my own two feet
Surely nothing those could beat