Aprils Winner

Alas the days are gone in February
For Mr. Kimathi won with imagination
His poem is great and a win was necessary
Maybe my work needed a little translation
As I live, breathe, dream and stroll
All I want is to be a genius poet of note
And March went to the man with soul
For Mr. Robinson I only appreciate and dote
Now for April where no winner is yet clear
I Mr. Ammon promise to please and appease
Or just maybe one vote could equal one beer
Or I could just do the work and be at ease