I would like to write a poem today,
My preference is to make it rhyme.
That is my bent, have I the time?
I’ve many words I’d wish to say.
Some, I think, I’ll keep in reserve.
I have my problems in that respect,
The word I want, is never there.
At times I just use a dialect.
Who knows, as English is used today.
My rhyming too, is off just a bit.
I wonder, have I acted hastily,
If so before I’m done, I’ll be in a snit.
I’ll put the question to my sidekick,
My familiar, he is always present
When I write. I’ll gamble, oh heck
He’s always there and so intent.
Well, I got the nudge, I guess I’ll
be fine. My friend seems inclined
To agree with what I’ve written
And he mostly writes in rhyme.
O’ my, I overlooked my telling you
Just who and what my friend does.
He writes, there is more, my reader
He is my Alter Ego, that’s the buzz.
Copyright © 2012 Charles E. Frost
October 28, 2012