I’m not a poet I’m just a nice lad
Who writes lots of poems when happy or sad
Artistic I’m not but I’ll give it a lash
My pockets are empty I’m desperate for cash

Clever oh no with an IQ of nine
Writing with words that seemingly rhythme
Left school so early regretting it now
It wasn’t my fault that grumpy old sow

No not of big words a poet I’m not
But try I shall do first prize is a lot
I’m an honest lad who loves a good snooze
I’ve sent sixty poems I surely can’t lose

I honestly don’t know if Poetry needs plot
If that’s the case my Poetry has not
I’ve asked me ma what Poetry’s about?
She said use big words that come from your mouth!

I never win competitions but for this I’m not sad
For I’m certainly no Poet I’m just a nice lad!