Chatty, you and me, it seems doth think the same,
'Bout this silliness we call, the poem writing game.
Love putting poems together, but only for fun,
Certainly not for worldy fame, or I never would've begun.

Poems feel like a spiritual lift,
Overcoming heaviness, what a beautiful gift,
Juggling words here and there,
Makes life's problems much easier to bear!

Why would anyone take credit,
For something they love to do?
Don't think that I will,
And it sounds like, neither will you!