It's taken me a wee short time… to write this line you see…
And pretty soon, I had a rhyme… to aid my poetry…
And all at once, two lines were done… as if without a thought…
It's turning out to be quite fun… to write the rhymes I ought…
No need to seek a miracle… or plead to God in prayer…
Or even scratch my head at all… for eloquence or flair…
Just type away and press return… so words appear on screen…
Then look up quick, so I discern… if some mistakes are seen…
If not, then I proceed at will… who knows what I'll type next?
And that for me proves such a thrill… I'm not perplexed or vexed…
I'm on a roll, I'm doing great… I'm sitting quite relaxed…
My brain's alert at any rate… not stretched, or stressed, or taxed…
I guess, it's just an act of faith… just one line further down…
And searching memories that life gave… and matching verb and noun…
Then adding here a parting shot… before I bid adieu…
Then putting readers on the spot… While I write quick, CAN YOU?
Denis Martindale June 2018.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem