Wordsworth,Tennyson, Shakespeare
Chill guys, no need to fear
There is enough room for all of us here
In this gigantic poetic ecosphere.
So saying I began, this morning, to pen my first poem
Once done, surely, this one is going to blow 'em
I waited and waited and waited for the thoughts to arrive
Seconds, minutes, hours passed by - it was quarter past five
I decided I'd use mixed case sometimes lower sometimes Upper
The style decision was made, when I started thinking of Supper
Supped and well fed I thought I'd finish it, relaxing in my Bed,
When I woke it was morning, and the sheet as blank as Paris Hilton's head.
I realized, its not what rhymes or how many verses or the case of the Lettering
This thing needs real talent, of which I have not a smattering
So finally I penned this down and went my own way
My poetic genius will be demoed some other day.
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