I am a poet. And I do know it.

Much to my delight

at first morning's light
NPR did cite
that April is National Poetry Month, did I hear that right?

After wiping the sleep from my face
to my computer I raced
And sought from Google my fate
that today I would indeed be in a poetic state!

When I draw circles, they resemble pears
A decent painting of mine is rare
Only thing centered in my photos is the air,
But me, write a rotten poem? Now that's a dare.

A month's worth of vernacular to deliberate
to help pick your fave wordsmiths to celebrate
Or script your own words to dedicate
Practice poetry, it's never too late!