The mind of a poetic maverick
It’s a cryptic ode not a limerick
This here isn’t a literary gimmick
Versed rhymes its true bailiwick

Such a brain is very hard to pick
Has been through thin and thick
In life it has toughened like a brick
And has many battle wounds to lick

Some presume it to be mentally sick
Others deem it as intellectually slick
To Tom and Harry it’s a pompous dick
To others it’s a gluteal muscle to kick

When the mental cogs start to tick
Then worded rhymes start to click
Thoughts to be jotted down quick
Like a golden egg hatching to a chick

Deploys the pen like a magic stick
Upon the world its canvas to prick
And as soon the pen is given a flick
Poems appear like a magical trick

Copyright © Bernard Owor

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