Listen T' This Little Ditty

I sometimes think my poetry ain't poems in modern favor. Intelligentsia declares, but I danged well won't waver from writin' simple, unpretentious words 'n' thoughts called “witty”. From now on my poetry ain't a poem, it's called a ditty. “Listen t' this little ditty.” I've heard those cowboys say when they begin to sing a song of wisdoms of the day. Now I don't think me wiser than the smart guys that I know, but I just like to fake it in my stand up poet's show. Now cowboys, they write poetry to sum their thoughts in rhyme 'bout words o' wisdom or describin' real weird points in time - like twisters twistin' towns apart or floods that float the cows or simple words, “what goes comes 'round” brings thinkun' jus' like owls. So listen to this little ditty, if fer nuthin' else than fun of listenin' to a cowboy fake that he's a wiser one a spoutin' words of poetry that some folks may call “gritty”. I'll seldom waiver from my writin' what I call a ditty.