Am I a poet, or just a daft fool,
Who learned very little when I was at school ?.
Some think I'm clever, some think I'm insane,
To put pen to paper, when I've so little brain.
Well, what does it matter, I think it's great fun.
I just can't stop writing once I've begun.
I let my mind wander, and write down what I dream.
Words keep on flowing, like leaves in a stream.
I waste so much paper, it's really insane,
But I must write it down, to make space in my brain.
Once it,s been written, I feel better I find,
It eases the pressure in my tiny mind.
Though to achieve world wide fame I may never aspire,
I'm told my work's good,
FOR LIGHTING A FIRE.
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