Last week I shared how in our poetry writers group we were asked to write two poems about the writing process:1 serious and the other humorous. I shared the serious one last week, and now the humorous attempt.
The Poet That Lives Inside of Me
There's a poet living inside of me
We sometimes don't agree
My life sometimes gets in the way
Don't write a thing from March to May
But the poet living inside of me
Is writing every day
He stores these poems somewhere
He doesn't say; I do not care
But when I need to write a poem
He lets me know they're there
The poet living inside of me
It seems we're in a fight
But rather than we disagree
We know that we're both right.
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