Bio Poem

I can rhyme on a dime
And I must say that I’m
Pretty good when I put my mind to it.
I can’t cook but a book
Will entice me to look
And I’ll read if I have time to do it.

I’m a city gal, witty gal,
Not a self-pity gal,
Though I complain and I kvetch.
I’m Type-A, so my day
Doesn’t handle delay
And some frazzle’s not really a stretch.

I’m not young but I’ve clung
To the habits I’ve wrung
From my middle-class family youth.
Though I roam, when I’m home
And I’m writing a poem,
I am happiest – that is the truth.