Underrated poet,
Sits at his desk,
I bet you don’t know it,
But he's writing to impress.
Pen scribbles across the sheet,
As he thinks what to write,
He wants to make it neat,
So words can fly high as a kite.
The undiscovered poet,
Writes down what he thinks,
I bet you don’t know it,
But he barely even blinks.
Soon, you’ll have heard of his name,
But that day is far away,
For it’s his life’s aim,
To be heard by everyone, one day.
Sits at his desk,
I bet you don’t know it,
But he's writing to impress.
Pen scribbles across the sheet,
As he thinks what to write,
He wants to make it neat,
So words can fly high as a kite.
The undiscovered poet,
Writes down what he thinks,
I bet you don’t know it,
But he barely even blinks.
Soon, you’ll have heard of his name,
But that day is far away,
For it’s his life’s aim,
To be heard by everyone, one day.
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