[Graham King]

I've written six rhymes in a row;
Not a boast, quite; I fear that I show,
By absorption in poetastic frolics,
I'm chronic'lly pompous and prolix.

In short- am I wordy and vain?
Verbose and inflated amain?
Not humble and diffident duly,
But wildly expressive; unruly?

Does diligence in such a task
Mean I'm schmuckish, a tad? Do I ask,
In hope I'll be told that I'm not,
But rather, a wonderful swot?

Herein ends my well-versed angst-romp
On the subject of long-winded pomp
Which I beg that you'll show all the praise that you owe
To a man you now know from whom such writings flow.

(Cheerio!
Now to comp...)