One Addicted To Penning Stuff

I feel I'm not a poet or never pretended to be And with self promotion as such I can't say that I agree Though for many it does seem to work in the World of Today For them self promotion it does seem to pay. As we age some things from our young years with us does remain The accent I was born into I still do retain In my years living far from the Homeland it has not faded away Perhaps till I die with me it will stay. A little self confidence is good for self esteem But too much of anything is not good it does seem And too much self confidence to cockiness and arrogance lead And an over inflated ego is some thing one does not need. For anything I am not worthy of note And 'tis not out of a false sense of modesty I say I am not a poet I am just a bloke who pens reams of doggerel One addicted to penning stuff he cannot sell.