Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
I wrote some lines down one time,
Added rhythym, meter, some rhyme
Made a poem that I considered to be quite good.
I took it to a local reading
Received some praise (that I'd been needing)
And acted quite demure, the way great poets should.
Shortly thereafter I sought places
Where I recognized no faces
And, once again, my one creation I outpoured.
Oh, what a difference to a man makes
Kindly smiles and pats and handshakes
And the feeling one's respected and adored.
But now my secret's out
And I'm to blame.
Oh, how I feel the shame!
For I'm a...........
One trick pony
A literary phony!
That one poem is the only thing I've made.
Though I think it would be terrific
To be creative and prolific,
That one poem is my only stock and trade!
Sure, I have tried to write another,
Even prayed to Virgin Mother
Begged to God to take my pen and make words flow.
But, like the squid, who gives birth one time,
I gave birth to naught but one rhyme..
That one rhyme the only offspring I will know.
I still do go around to meetings,
Though, deep inside, I feel I'm cheating
And, time again, my recitation is the same.
Though by now everyone has heard it,
I have no other way to word it
So, once again, I come with that same tired refrain.
And, when they see me come,
I hear them say
"Look who's here today!
It's that same....
One trick pony.
That literary phony.
We're gonna to hear that same tired poem once more!"
And, before I can say the first words,
I hear mumblings and cursewords
And my ego takes a nose dive to the floor!
I guess I'll have to stop pretending
That I haven't reached the ending..
I'll take my cue and lay my pencil down.
And, if someone asks me sometime
If I have ever written some rhyme,
I'll just smile and say, "No, I just horsed around!"