You probably think there's a reason why this penguin is here. Well there isn't.
Thoughts of a Bad Poet
They question why
Why I write poems
Do I go cry?
Do I ask why?
No, I go write tomes.
I write tomes and tomes.
And then, why then I take my poems and poems
And deliver to the askers
The doubt-never-maskeders
And I say: I write poems
My tomes and tomes of poems
Why?
That's not a question.
The real quandry why,
Is why are you not writing poems?
I'll tell you why I,
Why I should not try,
My poems, they're what make me cry.
(If you've read this one you'll know why).
But I do try.
And I know why I try.
So don't lie.
And say Its a waste.
Or that its below you're caste.
Write poems.
Wrote tomes and tomes of poems.
They question why
Why I write poems
Do I go cry?
Do I ask why?
No, I go write tomes.
I write tomes and tomes.
And then, why then I take my poems and poems
And deliver to the askers
The doubt-never-maskeders
And I say: I write poems
My tomes and tomes of poems
Why?
That's not a question.
The real quandry why,
Is why are you not writing poems?
I'll tell you why I,
Why I should not try,
My poems, they're what make me cry.
(If you've read this one you'll know why).
But I do try.
And I know why I try.
So don't lie.
And say Its a waste.
Or that its below you're caste.
Write poems.
Wrote tomes and tomes of poems.