I was reading through the den this day,
and it was a merry cherry place to play.
Words and expression of all kind,
came to fun my mind.
What a wonderful place to be,
I truly wish all could see.
But the mean old devil is around,
trying to keep our dear poets down.
Some fall for his game,
instead of enjoying the same.
Merrily I read and write on,
trying to banish the old demon gone
The fool won't give up his hold,
so merry cherry on I scroll.
Ducking and dodging his evil,
trying not to lower to his level.
It's a fun rough road I travel,
along with the mean old devil.