I find it queer, so odd and strange
That I so carefully arrange
My words so that if one should peek
Inside this book, perhaps to seek
A heart that isn't there at all
But seems to be - since words do fall
Often from my uncareful pen.
So I will carefully revise
And annotating, will devise
A way so if the reader's you
There's no way you could misconstrue
The meaning from my turn of phrase
Which never strays far from the praise
That you will find here once again.
