As a poet I’m some what superb
I can come with a verse,
I can come up with a blurb
I can come up with a stanza
Without looking like a nerd

It’s something I can do
There’s no need to be jealous
and there’s no need to be blue
There is no need for envy
One day you’ll do it too

Not all my poems are the same
Many of them a different
They should get critical acclaim
Even the ones that need crutches
Because the sound so lame