Lately, in my study,
I engross myself in poetry.
Lines heartily sung,
Or devilishly spawned,
They keep me from the pantry.
Whenever I feel bored or sad,
I delight in the works of bards.
It is good recreation, the same
As any fair game.
(Better than cheating at cards).
So bring me rhyme-lines without ado.
Anything with a little heart will do.
Be it the sonnets of Shakespeare,
Or the limericks of Lear,
(Even the works of Poe too).
Surely, at my study,
Dearly have I engrossed myself in poetry.
Food for thought from poet’s bowl
Have fed my spirit and calmed my soul.
Therefore, off now I go to the pantry!