Why I Wannabe a Poet When I Grow Up

I can be serious furtive, mysterious Or sunny funny playful as I pen a whole sleigh-full Spin long narrative yarns of lovers in each other's arms Adorations to celestial beauty of skies' myriad charms I can write a song cut it short, extend it long Or swiftly drum up a dance Create a gypsy in a trance Compose a 'Bravo!' to a friend Or eulogize life's other end Plumb the depths of hearts and minds Treasures of words, uniquely mine...