THE POET

Every day I write some verse,

So I guess I am a poet.

What kind of poet am I?

To which muse do I owe it?

I’ve tried to write an epic

(With hilarious results!).

I’ve tried my hand at lyric

(That embarrassed most adults!).

Modern verse repels me.

It lacks both sense and rhyme.

One wonders if the scribbler

Could compose a telling line.

It appears my fate is light-verse;

Witty Thalia is my muse.

I’ll never win a Nobel Prize,

But perhaps some folks amuse.