Sometimes my words get twisted
A little chatter on my lips
Sometimes they come out slurring
other times, jump out in a whisk
My words at times get jumbled
I try to untangled the mess
Instead they come up muffled
underneath my breath
I'll try to think much harder
The next time I go around
my words seem like a feather
Weightless they're falling without sound
I love to rhyme and rhythm
Hit the hammer on the nail
Building blocks and letters
Keeps me on the right trail
My best shot starts with others
That are poets just like me
A little inspiration moves my pen
Then the outcome is poetry
Come on and let me be tickled
A little laughter makes the muse
Muster up my thinking
keeps my fire fueled
As I keep the thinker going
Stay on top and jump ahead
A little bit of imagination
Brings the illusion to my head



