It's Your Fault, Hank

It's all your fault, Hank. It's you I have to thank. Years ago I did write poems, and then for quite a few, I stopped. Maybe I would never have written another but then you helped me discover Poem Hunter. It seems crazy to consider, that for me, a former quitter, finding glee in picking up a pen and coming up with rhymes again is like being given the pick of the litter. (Farmers will know what I mean by that.) Now my poems flow at the drop of a hat. I start to write and just can't stop. When I've the urge, I feel I'll pop if I don't let them out. There is not one small doubt that it is your fault, Hank, and I have you to thank.