Hey there, dear reader, you word-by-word feeder,
How good of you to come by my niche.
I hear that my reasoning needs a slight bit more seasoning
But that my prose makes a mighty fine quiche.

At the moment my style is taking a while
To pupate and become rather less muddy.
So until my conventions are worth public mention
At Concordia I shall continue to study.

Yes I live in a place where my questionable race
Is much less an issue than ever.
Yes Canada's great and there's little to hate
In fact I might just live here forever.

I've lived all these years with two eyes and two ears,
And ten fingers to write what they catch,
I get words down in tumbles and phrases in jumbles,
And just one feeble mind to mix and match.

I've written for leisure and I've written for pleasure
And sometimes I write when I'm down,
As assignments for classes and for beautiful lasses,
And to dispel a lingering frown.

Comments from you to improve this old stew
Will be appreciated up the whazoo.
James Russell Lowell (that corpsified soul)
Had something to say 'bout it too.

"Nature fits all her children with something to do,
He who would write and can't write, can surely review."