A Weed in a Flower Show

I wonder what poetry is.

But, why do i think about this?

I am a rhymester, that is why.

I am no poet, but i try.

I have noticed most of the time

my words just naturally rhyme.

I have tried to write in free verse

but that seemed to be even worse.

So i guess i am what i am;

unable to write worth a damn.

It’s time for me to realize

my poems will not win a prize.

Sorry, but–that is what you get

a weed and not a violet.

Walt Abbott–3-23-2010