For poetry, I claim avidity
Swear my writing is laced with lucidity
But the critics all say
Don’t quit your job, day
For it’s really a bunch of vapidity
So to ward off my thoughts of morbidity
I determine to run with rapidity
But untying my shoes
I lie down for a snooze
I would run but for all this humidity
And it’s true that for words I am avid
To express touchy thoughts I’m not pavid
So I do labor long
With words weak and strong
To create pieces fluid and gravid
Copyright © Thomas Ward 2017