Your Poetry Story Teller

   I don’t know how I do it
But I’ll try to really explain
Just as the clouds get too heavy
Sooner or later it has to rain

I get a thought in my head
And a title is born
And for me every poem needs a rhyme
Just like every Rose has a thorn

You see what I did there
A little poison a little KISS
Keep it simple stupid
Just like this

Then a story ensues
And I am off and running
Sometimes I boggle my own mind
And I find it rather stunning

But I hope You’ll let me inhabit
Your heart like a dweller
So that I might become
Your poetry story teller

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/25/2020
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