I set out lookin' fer some way to scribe,
that wer' a different, en catch yarn ear
Well first I'd try, 'ee hollerin' a rhyme,
with all CAPS, this only brought er tear,
This started me a thinkin' to look
elce-where, excep', per'aps this prose
isn't fer me, many have written one book,
I'll need my own style, somethin' to share
Sure fer this, they will laugh till they pee,
wouldn't it be a blessin', in this puddle
of tryin', findin' a style suited right, fer me
per'aps I'll be better off, lazy, only doodle
Oh! keepin' this in mind, I started, I writ'
writ', en rewrit', like ne're before,
poundin' on my keypad, till all fingers,
agein' back, big butt were bone sore,
Surely, If only I could catch er great line
if it wer' different, silly, too catch ones eye
I'd show 'em, too smile, stop wastin' my time
attain my, fame, bank on, er piece of 'ee pie
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