My efforts at writing lack structure and style
But that can be learnt if it takes me a while
Will I join the throng, the exalted elite
Or face disappointment, rejection, defeat?
Do I really care if my words are cast out
Another word junkie, a slabbering lout
Who writes for the pleasure he gives to himself
No book to be published, no name on a shelf
Well, yes if I’m honest I probably do
Fame would be nice and a fortune or two
But mostly I live for the pat on the back
When I knock out an ode that isn’t too slack
To read on a birthday my dum di dum rhyme
An adjunctive pleasure a moment in time…
This ode is also available on the odd ode or two page, but I’m not sure if people are aware of that. So I am inflicting my doggerel on my readership in a slightly more prominent and embarrassing way.
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