Have you heard

Of Original poetry chat?

That’s truly where my second home is at.

There we’re blessed with Mr. Gees verses,

And yes, the occasional bought of chatters curses.

Where we visit with Rouge priest,

He’s not a saint to say the least.

Superman’s always welcome greetings,

She doesn’t miss a one.

And yes, drama sometimes there’s a ton.

Though some complain of Troubador,

He’s my friend if nothing more.

Wolfman’s interesting tidbits of the day,

Rygar’s random thoughts foray.

Who’d have thought one day we’d be wishing luck,

Toa man by the name of Duck?

It truly is my greatest wish,

That someday happiness finds my dearest Irish.

Some poets stand out among others,

But in this art we all are sisters and brothers.

Check out Keller, I think he’s stellar.

And when it comes to Kittman, I will always be a fan.

Plots brilliant challenges to expand our minds,

Sometimes amazed at what he finds.

In this chat, you’ll always have lots of fun.

Perhaps even find someone to lean on.

Some days a place to come for just a hug,

 Or just to Addict Dual to my mafia drug.

I know in this group I can always share my day,

Hopefully they will never go away.

The best thing about chat in Original Poetry,

Is they are like my second family.

Forgive me if someone I have forgot,

For to me you all mean a lot.

And to papa I couldn’t let this poem fade,

Without telling you;

I fired the maid.