Oh dear reader you are so grand
To sit and read my poem as though it were a demand
You, I’m sure, are far better then I
Who does sit at this desk and now does write
About you who is great in might.
Though I have my doubts
For many flout about
And make such a fuss
Over people like us
They say we do constantly dream
And never shall attain the gleam
Of any one of our dreams.
But you are better, that we know!
And far surpass the words that now do flow
How could tongue describe the way you go
For you shape words as though they were dough
And my, my, my what a honor to know
That one such as you has read my show
Though the words be simple
And the rhyme the same
You have paused to read its name!
Oh a thousand thanks to you dear poet
For you are great and we all do know it!
So thanks for listening to this rambling
For it is for your pleasing
That I am babbling.