Now, William, a self-claim poet!
Who believed in himself, believed himself
The greatest poet, not just of his age!
The greatest poet EVER!
Now, he had many distracters!
Today, it would be said, into days British-English literary farts of the day!
William, was a naff poet!, rubbish, crap, for you, dear American readers!
Just not a good poet at all. Now did hearing, all this, did William, read what his critiques
Wrote, and he had more they had more talent than they could shake a stick at!
so willam , belivde
Anyway, William was far too occupied, writing his poetry, as only William, could!

Now no one could tell, William, that his poetry, so naff!
No, william, appyd to be The Royal Court Laureate, William, were nerver invited!
That never, stoped, our William, regerly appying! All the same!
I recon, today, He'd be pester, the Nobel Comity, demanding he be warded,
The Nobel, prize for his poetry, and why not, Bob Dylan, got one, and he only wrote

Now if I were only half as bad, as William, then I'd be, twise as good as I am, as a versalater - poet!

ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith

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Written on 2017-07-13 at 23:18

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I suppose it is all about confidence, determination and ego. A fine piece Ken.

Love your final line Ken. A great tribute to Mcgonagall, I love the Tay Bridge Disaster.

Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting, ken. Good read.