I doubt that I shall ever see
a poet quite as good as me.
They've all tried hard, with mixed success—
a few quite clearly felt the stress.
To pen a masterpiece ain't easy,
the very thought can make one queasy.
Yet here we have a fine example,
selected from a random sample
of verse which is superior—
its every line is de rigueur.
The use of meter, it is said,
can fill a lesser soul with a little bit of dread.
And rhyme? The others mostly sucked—
to be honest they were really bad.
To succeed we must be serious
and preferably mysterious.
It's hard amongst the rough and tumble
to be so good, and yet so humble.
Remember, when you vote for me
you're fighting mediocrity.
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