Naughty Poem!

A brand new poem I began, The first verse went quite well, The second didn't go to plan, So things weren't going swell... The poem prompted other rhymes Instead of those I chose, It's never done that other times, So that got up my nose! 'How dare you intervene! ' I said, 'That simply isn't done! ' Yet every time I pressed ahead, The battle wasn't won! The poem wanted something else, The like I've never known, That sounded all my warning bells, 'Be off, leave me alone! ' Did it give up? Did it give in? Did it respect me, then? Oh, no, it had new words to spin, New words beyond my ken! Some foreign words! They're not my style! They're not my style at all! I've not tried those a long, long while, They drove me up the wall... The poem said, I'd no excuse, Well, that's a flipping cheek! The poet has the right to choose! So why write French or Greek? The poem sighed... as if to con And get some sympathy... But I was glad when I pressed on To write MY poetry! Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2013.