They think I'm a peasant
Because I take the time
To bother with the rhythm,
Take care with the rhyme.
They say I write crude doggerel
Just rough primitive verse;
I just smile at them and think
They could've said much worse.
Sometimes their words are beautiful
Have a smooth cadence and flow
Though sometime their meaming
Is a little hard to see or to know.
And I say to them
I wish they'd find the time
To bother with a rhythm
And take care with a rhyme