I was born in the very muddle of the month of May
Since then I’ve been honing my rhymes
And pursuing a poetical pathway through life
At times, I have incurred the wroth (or the wrath)
Of readers and listeners.
But, on occasion, I have received plaudits –
Though audits have shown these to have been mere irregularities.
Now, at ease with my words, I feel that there is no crime
In being a poet of my time.