Paul B Poem by Paul Butters

Let me introduce myself,
I'm Paul B.
P to the A to the U to the L to the B.
You say Paul,
I say B.
You say Paul,
I say…

I used to teach English, try to inspire.
Least you can say is, I was a trier.
Love this rapping: it gets my feet tapping,
Even though I ought to be napping.

I write poems like a word ejector,
Keep away you Grammar Inspector!
Jay-Z writes in iambic pentameters,
Making out he's got no parameters.

Honey G just copies off him,
Oh my God she really is dim.
Does her rap like Barbara Windsor,
Do you remember Needles and Pins-ah?

Me I'm copying off them both,
Though it's only for a laugh.
Whoops a daisy that don't quite rhyme,
Another case of Butters Rhyme Crime.

Rap is rubbish I often say,
Though it rhymes the poetic way.
That leaves me with one thing to say:
You say Paul,
I say…