My Kind Of Words Poem by Frederick Nellist

My poems have prospered
because you take time to look
Hope you weren't bored to tears.
I won't ask how long it took,
wait till we're having a few beers.

First words that entered my head
with the usual absence of skill.
I should be a train driver instead,
A childhood ambition to fill.
A meaning of words I'm about to pen
I endeavour to bear in mind,
Sometimes a bit of a bind.

On the poetry path I've learned things,
nothing too extreme.
I must admit I've pulled many strings,
I'm always running out of steam.
No user hand books, all played by ear,
a really enjoyable chase.
I hope at times I bring some cheer,
anyway watch this space.