A common tongued, self claimed poet
I weave no tales befitting to hall of kings
I have no talent to dazzle the elves
I am of common man and my place is among the taverns
I will sing and speak in common language
that even the youngest of a child will understand
Let it be known that even among the simplest words
hides a meaning and symbol
It was still there last time I checked...and now I'm fully conscious of my navel