Cheers!

Pencil, pencil in my hand

I wish I were the best writer in the land

Round and round in my head

These thoughts seem full of lead

Bouncing off the wall

The words come to me when I call

Up or down

Paradise found

Left to right

The pen is light

To myself be true

Especially with my crew

Shoot for the glory

Unravel the story

Sitting in my chair

Wearing only my underwear

Never use cheap writing paper

To record any caper

Taking no chance to degrade

But making every choice to upgrade

No fear for the reaper

This weed is a creeper

Puff puff puff

I think I’ve had enough

Thoughts from above the clouds

Navigating through the crowds

My attempt to blend

Unlike the stately oak, I bend

Back and forth

For all it's worth

Clasp my locket

Pull a coin from my pocket

Head or tail

I refuse to fail

So getting back up

I’ll lift my cup

And be the first to toast

The writer with the most!