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