I'm just your average poet

honest and raw

warming frosty fingers

so my muse will thaw

Eventually, I'll get there

my heart will start to glow

with stylish creativity

I'll pen a one-man show

Alone and insecure

I'm at that awkward stage

But you can see my progress

on each poetic page

You'll smile and nod your head

in syncopated time

then laugh as you predicted

how this ending will rhyme