I wanted to write like Shakespeare.
Be seen as a notable scholar.
Artistically gifted,
Not a chancer who drifted,
Just scratching around for a dollar.
A wordsmith of worldwide renown.
A serious scribe for the ages.
But my mouth fills with spit,
Cause my teeth just don’t fit,
And I dribble all over the pages.
© Copyright Philip Barton, February 6th, 2026 All rights reserved
