At times I get leery
of this poetic diary
One day I started
seems it won't end until
I join the dearly departed
Verse contains quite a bit
of ratting
and I'm right here batting

I have confessed
that I have been possessed
Us humans are critters
of habit
Each day this verse has me
hopping like a rabbit

But I'm in good company
others poets join in harmony
Let he that don't verse
get started with the curse
for there are things much worse
Like keeping it inside
being afraid to poetically confide
I'll be honest about verse
I enjoy the ride
even when I slip and slide

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