A poet writer yes I am,
as I write I'll eat some ham.
Eat and fill my stomach deep,
then to write I take a seat.

In between the ham are words.
Yes, I know it sounds absurd.
But it works words they do land.
Etched on paper oh so grand.

Words don't stop they come out well
Once they're out oh I feel swell.
Soon a poem completes so fine,
as I end my precious rhyme.