Me and Poetry
Daughter of an English teacher from the start,
It was easy to see poetry as art.
Never did I mind required writing,
I actually found it secretly exciting.
Though never will I rival Shakespeare’s plays,
I could read good poetry for days.
The spinning of a sentence into more,
With creative, clever language I adore.
So though I’ll never be a poet master,
I won’t put down my pen and claim disaster.
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