Cracker Jack

One of my friends recently suggested

I write one called “Cracker Jack”

Who better than the cracker himself

Who's wheels have left the track

I've never professed to be poet

In the ilk of Browning and Keats

A rebel, a renegade, a enigma of sorts

Marching to a different beat

A bit of a “cracker” I've always been

Take pride in being off beat

Don't have a choice, it's who I am

Travelling down a different street

Always write in the purest of forms

Simple verse most of the time

Since a very young age, always thought

Of poetry as a needing to rhyme

Forever been one to revel in creativity

Searching new vistas each day

It sure turns my crank and floats my boat

Wouldn't be happy any other way

Thank you my friends for the inspiration

To express what makes me tick

We're all cut from the very same cloth

Till we find a pathway that clicks