The happy Poet

The happy Poet

Why are poems always sad?

Is it a fad?

I think not

Think of what you've been taught

about Shakespeare in school

If you think he was happy you must be a fool.

Poets have been sad since the beginning of time

The beginning of song and the beginning of rhyme

But I on the other hand am a poet that's glad

A poet that thinks bright colours are rad

I stop to smell the flowers

I ooh and aw at great tall towers

I like the colours purple and pink

I'm a happy poet I'm the missing link

So next time you meet someone who's blue

Give them a compliment honest and true

And then I suppose we'll have to wait and see

If their will be another happy poet to come join me.