Eight Hundred And One! Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Me oh my dear,
what have I done?
The poem I just wrote numbers
eight hundred and one!
I Know I’ve been writing
for a very long time.
Don’t know how I do it
but each page has rhymed.
My oh me dear,
just what do you see?
When you look at the titles,
can you believe,
Each word and page
was written for you?
Without lots of money,
it’s all I can do!
You, yes you dear have
been my whole life!
I have no regrets and l
live without strife.
If we had to do life
all over again,
I’d be up for the challenge,
can I still be your man?
Oh yes, oh yes, here comes
eight hundred and two,
There’s a million more coming,
And they’re all about you!