A Poem

I put pen to paper
And watched the letters go
From my mind's imagination
down to the page below

Ink or Biro,it doesn't matter
Words and phrases there to scatter
Here a rhyme,there another
Occasionally one that doesn't rhyme properly

I could dedicate it to Jesus
Or someone dear to my heart
Or the victims of Sep Eleven
Corny,but a start

It started at the beginning
Then came the middle bit
Then after I felt it had run it's course
That was the end of it