You Write Good Poetry

Are you really so down upon yourself
When right over there, sitting on the shelf
Is a set of poems written by your own hand
That frankly, in a single word, are grand

Give yourself a bit of credit, dear
And trust me when you then hear
That you have written quite well
And so now I try to compel

You to write a bit more for us all
Perhaps something better than that goofball
Who writes so much on some dumb website
Who you could probably beat without a fight

Yes, he's alright, some poetry strong
But never are his efforts that long
Whereas you, with your patient mind
Can, in poetry, kick his sorry hind

So now I invite you to try once more
Your hand at poetry, I even implore
Please, oh please, write it again
One, two, thirteen, and then

Think about what you've accomplished
With the words formed you have nourished
Minds of men and hearts of them too
All because of the poetry by you