People love me Like a Red, Red Rose,

Whether haiku free-verse or prose,

To a Mouse, it may seem like plans go oft’ awry,

But to me, I can’t fail, no matter how hard I try.

It may make a difference to take the Road Less Travelled by,

To those who cannot see as clearly as I.

I try to be so humble and nice,

But it’s hard when I breathe Fire and Ice,

And those as beautiful as Annabel Lee

Couldn’t hope to touch someone like me

He may quote the raven nevermore,

But his telltale heart’s beating on my front door.

Success may be counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed,

But I’m afraid I wouldn’t know for failure’s not caught me.

And falling up is one of my friends;

Up to the stars where the sidewalk never ends.

So the Cat in the Hat may like Green Eggs and Ham,

But I prefer blue hash and spam.

Even the simple fact that Violets are Blue,

Well, come on, is that the best you can do?

Oh Captain, My Captain is an insult to honest Abe’s fight,

So Mr. Highwayman, watch for me by moonlight,

‘Cause you must Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,

And how a Dream Deferred can sting.

Everyone loves the Iliad and Odyssey,

But these people obviously haven’t read me.

So Burns, Frost, Poe, Dickinson, Homer, Seuss, Hughes,

Silverstein, Whitman, Noyes, and Angelou

The rappers and the rhymers and the writers that you see,

Whether bound by rhymes or freely versed,

They could never match me.

These poets could never see

The things I see

Or be

What I can be.

So for all you out there who think that you know me,

Get it straight, you’re too late ‘cause…

I am poetry.