My need to write is like a prizefight
One scribe, one pen enters the book
Hopefully hundreds will turn up for a look!
If not the fight hasn't been in vain, I'll probably
realise my pomposity, at pretending to be a prodigy!

Consciously though I prophesy this, my right wrist
in all honesty, couldn't conduct a pen to solve a mystery!
Yet, still my need to scribble words overtakes sense,
hence, at the pretence of being a poet, I actually don't know it!
That last bit rhymed!