Drunk On Rhyme Poem by Catherine Habbie

Drunk on poetry that's what we'll be
Not tea nor vile coffee for me
I shall sip a verse
Wipe my tears
And onwards move with ye
For tis the only way to be

A blank verse
A rhyming terse
Perhaps a rhythm or two
Maybe a melodious stanza
Will wake up the pandas
Better than a scary boo

A ballad to soothe the senses
All recorded in the correct tenses
For a pedant he can be
The discerning poet I see
A didactic one he is
Set to detect things amiss

The depth of rhymes
The essence of poetry
With the muse he mimes
Sometimes on birds n even the bees
A masterpiece in the making
Those words just need some baking