The bard could write for you , a verse or maybe two ..and could sing for you , romantic songs of love ..
He could put your haphazard life story , into words ..
That would fit you like a glove ..

The bard is a master of deception , and can avoid all reality ..
He could make you look like a hero , or a man of mystery ..

The bard never tells the truth , or ever tells it , as it could ever be ..
In his mind's eye and imagination , the fantasies run , unhindered and totally free ..

The bard knows no limits , the bard observes no rules ..
The bards knows he need not , make any sense , who would listen to him but fools ..

The bard is a dreamer , living in a world of pure fantasy ..
He would be very poor , if he had to earn a proper honest living , just like you and me ..

Instead the bard wanders lonely as a cloud , looking for the rainbows elusive end ..
And what he knows he will soon forget , so as usual  he will just pretend ..

You need to take a pinch of salt with everything the bard might say ..
And give everything a second look , or even three , but  sometimes it makes no sense , or matters much either way ..

The bard will write a verse for you , and sing it softly , when the moon is on the rise ..
But the bard is a master of deception , who can make even the foolish seem very wise..