First off, my friend
Let me begin
By saying I ain't no poet
Just a fool with a pen
Now with these pleasantries
Out of the way
Let me proceed to say
What I need to say
I've written different poems
On different subjects, different matters
Some soft as a kitten
Others mad as a hatter
Every now and then
I straddle the serious ledge
But more often than not
I fall off of the edge
Like I said before
I'm just a fool with a pen
Drooling while I smile
Cross eyed when I grin
Separating in rhyme
All the boys from the men
Cackling in crazy
From beginning to end
Thanking my lucky stars
Rhyming comes so easy
Like a trip to Venus or Mars
Half baked brain and over queasy
Like I said before
When all of this began
I really ain't no poet
Just a fool with a pen