Hello People! Yes, it's me,
in my poet court of mystery.
They seek me here, they seek me there,
they seek me in the atmosphere.
Through time, through space and back again,
a wanderer I will remain.
In and out and around the mind,
if you seek me there you'll find
my words a hop and skipping through,
a merry dance they do for you.
And just as life has no real aim,
a wanderer I will remain.
Until such time that I am found not to be
of sound mind, disposition and memory.
Until such time, here I will dwell,
Yes, it's me, the Poet Pimpernel.
Copyright © 2011 Lena Fiagbe. All rights reserved
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