Corny Thievery and Wit

To spend my ink on my ilk

Proves to be quite a daunting task

To not error in my speech

I resort to my loyal flask

Tongue-in-cheek is my style

Lips to cheek, take a bow

Fragile fair fairy floats

O’er my head, ease my brow

To have one’s labor of love loved

To dip one’s quill in one’s blood

Witty words will for sure withstand

For quiet words make a thud