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No Condescending!I don't mean to be condescending, And I never mean to be fickle I try to get the message across, Without getting myself in a pickle. Words just come pouring out! Just like a dictionary, I don't know where they come from? I've so many poems you see! Everyday I say I'll dry up But once again they all tumble out, I think that I'm prolific, Without a shadow of a doubt! Some people have lots of brains, And scientists have me agog Mathematicians truly astound me, But me, I've a cracking gob! While everyone's basking in brainwaves, I'm feverently using 'my' brain, And every time I think, 'that's it!' Another rhyme pops out once again! I don't mean to be condescending, I don't mean to be flippant at all, Its just I'm amazed at my ability, Or should I say, my gall? English I adore, I love to put words on a page, They keep flooding out, I'm in no doubt, That my poems will be all the rage! Hundreds and hundreds of poems I've got, And my mind keeps producing more, If I don't pack in soon, I'm sure I'll swoon, Or knacker myself for sure! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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