I wield words with aplomb and verve,
Throughout my lines and many a stanza;
My clever wordplay makes me swerve,
Writing more than a mere banner.

My pauses have potent dramatic effect,
My rhymes had no choice but to linger;
Through talent and toil I now deflect,
The darkest of poetic blunders.

My words are crafted with care in my quill,
Metaphorical shapes I do fashion;
I tirelessly seek to evoke a chill,
Or at least an interesting passion.

My...