I may be described as another rhyme buff
For one might say I've written a whole heap of stuff
And what matter if my better days are long gone
The urge is still with me to keep penning on
I will never be seen as one worthy of literary note
And I've been referred to as a doggerel poet
By some of poets and poetry who profess to know
Of their mental and physical ability some do like to crow
But for as long as derogatory things of me they do not say
What they say of what I pen with me is okay
My body may be showing the wear of time's decay
But I will be penning stuff till my life's final day
And though my worth as a writer I often do doubt
There's no shortage of things for one to write about.
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