Sadly I have never
had a book
The publishers have
never given a second look
But then it happened,
my life hit a hook
Like a writer in the
night, I'm a history crook
Tonight I was asked
bye a young girls staff
Please come with me,
this long it won't last
She needed to meet
me, and she wanted to fast
She wanted my name,
my written words, autograph
It appears she had
heard of me, and she needed to see
She had heard I was
great, or great I will be
I was going to be
famous, So the rush she would beat
She nicknamed me the
poetry prince, and someday I'll be king.