Once I thought myself a poet, but not many would agree,
And although I didn't know it, all my friends made fun of me!

They thought my verse hilarious [My wife was one of those!]
So quickly I made up my mind, perhaps I should write prose!

I chose to write some fiction, but that was even worse,
No matter what my subject was, my words came out in verse!

I jumbled up my syntax; on rhymes I put a ban.
I tried avoiding meter so my writing wouldn't scan.

My efforts proved to be in vain and every theme I chose
Came out more like a poem, though I thought I'd written prose.

I sought out all the words I knew impossible to rhyme,
And put them in a story; it was really prose this time.

I put it in a contest, "Short Stories." was the theme.
I felt quite sure I'd win it and I'd realize my dream.

I didn't win the contest and tears filled up my eyes,
'Till a letter told me that I'd won The Nobel Poet's Prize!

Now I'm the one who's smiling, I've won the lit'ry race,
And all my friends are laughing on the flip side of their face!

Youth Is A State Of The Soul -
Nothing To Do With Age, But Everything To Do With Attitude.
http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/steldon/

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