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
