The truth is finally out.

I’M NO POET, I KNOW IT

They
Tell me I can write
Well, surely I’ve tried
I’ve written poems
 Memoirs, short stories
Nothing to crow about
I know it
They know it, too.

I’m can do some things well

I can split infinitives.
Dangle a participle
End sentences with a preposition
And when absolutely positive,
Write a double negative
I don’t know what road I’m on
Much less the road not taken
So, tell me
 Why do I write?