A Poor Poet's Pleasure
The poems I write...they seldom bring cash
But only because I'm NOT Ogden Nash.
For judging by joy and self-satisfaction
My efforts at versing are quite an attraction.
Not read by hundreds, by scores or by dozens
But simply my wife, my kids and their cousins.
Not published in books or frequently quoted
But cherished by those on whom I have doted.
The number of flaws in meter and rhyme
Are all overlooked because they are mine.
The critics rejections can cause no alarm.
It's strictly my family I'm trying to charm.
So...fat is my pride and thin is my purse
As relatives feast on profitless verse.
posted by ken wilkins @ 8:13 PM
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