Perhaps A Minor Poetaster At Best

I never said to you I was a poet Or even one of minor literary note Perhaps a minor poetaster at best At writing poetry I have failed the test. Though my rhymes seem uneven and rough I have written a whole heap of stuff My better days may be long gone But the jingles in me jingle on. Some I know to me often say When will you give penning away But to them I never do lie I say 'twill be on the day that I die. I pen doggerel every day With rhyming words I love to play Don't ask me I wouldn't know why But my rhymes seem for to multiply I do not write for money or fame Though those two do seem nice just the same And though others my rhymes don't recite 'Tis because of a penning addiction I do write.