I’m the official poet of BYC
Hearken to my words, get down on one knee
And remember these things, I give you so free
Poems of aptitude, this is my decree
You might say some things I say
Are mere tinkering’s that go away
From some madman, his mind doth stray
Am I mad? No no I say thee nay!
I have written a lot of words of wit
With pen and parchment here I sit
Edited some of them bit by bit
And others had to be erased, to omit
When you scroll down the BYC pages
You will see my songs of ye ages
My words come out, been trained by many sages
Free to all, not lost in my minds cages
So I will write poems for everyone’s needs
Like whimsicals, and laughter to the soul it feeds
Or deeper poems, oh the dark and spooky deeds
Or the ones that stick like sharp and pointy seeds
My words do come sweet like nectar from a bee
I make these myself, yes I do, only me
And I’ll tell you as was said with much glee
I am the poet, the official one in BYC!
.......GMendoza
Hearken to my words, get down on one knee
And remember these things, I give you so free
Poems of aptitude, this is my decree
You might say some things I say
Are mere tinkering’s that go away
From some madman, his mind doth stray
Am I mad? No no I say thee nay!
I have written a lot of words of wit
With pen and parchment here I sit
Edited some of them bit by bit
And others had to be erased, to omit
When you scroll down the BYC pages
You will see my songs of ye ages
My words come out, been trained by many sages
Free to all, not lost in my minds cages
So I will write poems for everyone’s needs
Like whimsicals, and laughter to the soul it feeds
Or deeper poems, oh the dark and spooky deeds
Or the ones that stick like sharp and pointy seeds
My words do come sweet like nectar from a bee
I make these myself, yes I do, only me
And I’ll tell you as was said with much glee
I am the poet, the official one in BYC!
.......GMendoza
