Poetry Poem by Wensislaus Mbirimi

Poetry is the game,
Wensy being my name.
Poetry, sex's selfsame,
Orgasmic like any dame.
An ode a day keeps me tame
Prose and verse anyone they tame
A good picture I frame
While a good poem I cram

Prose and verse with a rhyme
Make my day anytime
Good odes even from days of old
From David the psalmist who was so bold
Still move me when they are told
Poems, warming me in winter's cold

Poetry my only true friend
My ally against any fiend and trend
Thoughts' outlets, the divine and the bad
Companion when in sorrow or sad

You die as you live
I will die writing poetry, I believe
Here lies Wensy the poet
Should be epitaph when I Goeth