I have a confession to make if you please
About some of the poems that I happen to read
I've never been much at swiming the literary sea
And the water for me can be a bit deep

All I am is a simple guy
That's learned over the years to simply rhyme
That's what I do time after time
That's how it is line after line

I might come up with some crazy ideas
But after all has been done and all has been said
What you have sitting here is all that is left
Just rhyming thoughts that pop in and out of my haed

There it is, my confession that I make to you
As I dip my toes into this poetic pool
Wearing my rythmic floaties just in case I do
Fall flat on my face like a poetic fool