Crazy Poet
I am that "Crazy Poet", that sentimential muse,
Some people like my poems, others think I'm loose.
I write songs to pretty ladies, and I sweet talk all the rest:
Of all the living poets, you know that I'm the best.
Someday somewhere, when you have the time; My rhymes for to hear;
We'll sit and bend our elbows with a cold glass of beer.
But now it seems I'm running late, I"ve got the hammer down;
Got too many miles before I can turn around.
So all the good numbers to you and I'll see you later on.
This is that "Crazy Poet" saying, bye, bye I'm gone.
Some people like my poems, others think I'm loose.
I write songs to pretty ladies, and I sweet talk all the rest:
Of all the living poets, you know that I'm the best.
Someday somewhere, when you have the time; My rhymes for to hear;
We'll sit and bend our elbows with a cold glass of beer.
But now it seems I'm running late, I"ve got the hammer down;
Got too many miles before I can turn around.
So all the good numbers to you and I'll see you later on.
This is that "Crazy Poet" saying, bye, bye I'm gone.
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