Raven's Verse
By: Wayne Brown
You showed up three weeks ago
Posted a story, a poem or two
Pretty thang you are
Your profile says it’s so
You had more fans than I
In just about an hour or so
At least you have no naked aunties
In your stable there
You don’t need them
Not with your smiling eyes
Your raven black hair
You’re a little poet don’t ya know
With metaphor and symbolic gesture
Words that ebb and flow
I wish I had your looks, your style
I’d have fans lining for me
Extending at least a country mile
Me, I’m just an ole cowpoke
Not here for money, only for show
Writing is something I do
Some serious, some not, some joke
When I get the words to flow
Now I start to understand
You’re a pretty her and I’m just a him
I start to get what I did wrong
Maybe I should have used a girly picture
Written under a pseudonym
I can write about adventure and drama too
I can turn a bit of humor
Something to tickle me and you
I even write a little verse
But it’s the hardest of them all
Maybe cause I’m just a him
Could that be the poet’s curse?
I’ll just plod along and take my plight
Scribbling my scratch on keyboard
Long into the wee hours of the night
The fans will come to your door
With sight of your raven tresses
I will plod right along
And wish with your ease
I could gain their masses.
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