A poem by Beverly Stock.
Please do not be too uptight,
This is under copyright.
Indeed, all the words are mine.
Warning! Do not plagiarize,
Copy it, or aggrandize.
I have written, birthed and brought,
Holding my thesaurus taught,
When writing rhymes, I’m devout.
Spell-checked, planned, success forecast.
First hand verse will always last,
My pen moves, the die is cast.
Words form in my mind’s cortex,
Rhyming words in a vortex,
Stringent poetry is complex.
Writing verse is everything,
Rhyming syntax always brings,
Solitude, a calming peace,
As well as a lasting crease,
In my skirt in which I sit.
Mind as sharp, as days are long,
Like writing lyrics for a song.
Some may envy what I write,
Some may even get uptight.
Just so you know, I’ll be all right,
Because I use a copyright.
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