I wrote a poem
a long time ago
it might have been my first;
it didn’t rhyme,
it didn’t scan;
but, it didn’t quench my thirst.
Since then I’ve written many,
and a few of them okay;
I’ve read some out to audiences,
where a few of them did stay;
and still I write my verses
to this very day,
and these here words
make up this one
and now I’m on my way.