I can Barely spell my Name,
Front or Back it’s Still the Same.
Could not Write a Book Review,
if a Year or Two to Do.
What I see as Poetry,
Still a Mystery to Me.
Punctuation – what is That,
in my Mind it’s just Combat.
While Ago I took a Chance,
Some might Read my Rhyming Dance.
Can’t express How high it Ranks,
for Those who Have – I just say “Thanks.”