Master poet...see how eloquently he rhymes
Nothing new for him, he's done it a hundred times
He can repeat himself with the tiniest detail
Words come so easily, awe and wonderment prevail...
But tell me, what would he say in words soft and kind
To put a smile on a face or in another one's mind
Perhaps he still hangs around for his ego's sake
Breathing in meter and rhythm when asleep or awake...
My hat's off to you with all your fanciful phrases
You have rhymed every flower from roses to daisies
There is no subject beyond your natural ability
Whether of peasant poor or of kingly nobility
But do words mean a thing if not spoken sincere
He's a master of disguises with message unclear
All the right words fall in all the right places
Vapid of meaning and sterile in too many cases...
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