Some may call it doggerel and others call it stuff
But I'm not one to say enough is enough
And though my best days in life one might say long gone
Addicted to rhyming i keep penning on.
I'd like to keep penning right up till i die
For if i told you different I'd be telling you a lie
And though to me they do not bring me wealth or renown
The rhymes keep coming to me and i pen them down.
That i have a penning addiction is hardly in doubt
Yet never short of things for to write about
From penning down stuff satisfaction i gain
The jingles are ever jingling in my brain.
I write about Nature i write about life
I write of the cruel man who bashes his wife
I write of the homeless and the refugee
And the beauty in Nature i feel privileged to see.
I am not one worthy of the title of poet
Nor i never will be seen as one worthy of note
But I'd like to live on to be an old man
And i hope to keep penning for as long as i can.
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