Who is this scraggy scruffy person
This woe begone urchin of words
This so called writer of poetry
Who cannot write for pregnant toffee
Who always thought of riches in pocket
But now has to eat those wastely words
No good will ever become of this work
Let penaltypitstop ride her nonsense

Who is this , I'm it penaltypitstop
Well I may indeed very well truthfully say
It is me !

Penaltypitstop looks
Pretty ha ha, a joke
No ! , penaltypitstoplooks
Out to the great outdoors
Through the kitchen window
Almonds in glorious bloom
Majestic Cyprus at attention
A huge don't know what
Others lurk here and there
Blue sky with a hint of cloud
BUT, and this is a big BUT
Sheeps , yes , yes many sheeps
A German friend thinks
Sheeps is the plural of sheep
Oh well , words are words
These sheeps are not allowed
To be seen , out of my window
Someone without sense
Has left ,A ****** gate open
I'll get changed into 'Superwoman
RIGHT , here I am, and there they are
GONE !WHAAAAAT, I checked
Some kind person , has flocked them back
PHEW !

How ferdly werdly drunk am I
Well I'm not , I'm just decrepit
I'm shaking my head at my work
I hope one fine day here where it's nice , I'll be good
It's PENALTYPITSTOP