Poets are not academics (though some are) or highly educated men and women (though they may be), but most of them are ordinary everyday people with the desire to express something fun or meaningful or turbulent or painful or joyful and so on and so on (you choose).
Many are computer nerds, taxi drivers, hamburger flippers at McDonald’s, cleaning men and women, students, drug addicts, police officers, shoe sales people, firemen, some doctors (yes it happens), teachers (okay, that may be obvious), presidents (you never know). Anyway, my point is–is there a point? Not sure. There is no rule or regulation as to who can and should write poetry–or anything else for that matter.
That brings me to a poem of my own. Nothing serious, just a fun play with words. So, please don’t take it seriously. It really isn’t meant to be taken seriously.
Here we go, a silly poem that rhymes–well somewhat:
A Poem that Rhymes
