I Never Said

I never said to you i was a poet
Or even one of minor literary note
Perhaps a minor poetaster at best
At writing poetry i have failed the test.

Though my rhymes seem uneven and rough
I have written a whole heap of stuff
My better days may be long gone
But the jingles in me jingle on.

Some i know to me often say
When will you give penning away
But to them i never do lie
I say 'twill be on the day that i die.

I pen doggerel every day
With rhyming words i love to play
Don't ask me i wouldn't know why
But my rhymes seem for to multiply

I do not write for money or fame
Though those two do seem nice just the same
And though others my rhymes don't recite
'Tis because of a penning addiction i do write