This prose of mine,
Uses wit to share,
A world all in rhyme.
From common to fantastic,
A one man show,
Cheerily quite tragic.
My thoughts Will Shake,
Romantic exaltation,
Bard your thirst I can slake.
Hear this soul vision,
Verses as a paintbrush,
Abstract mind without television.
I abdicate the final word,
Nod my head to a Lord,
Whose pen was mightier than a sword.
