(In response to Keith's Request)
"You may borrow my pen, but don't use my ink"
For once this occurs, it may cause a stink
When laced with the scent from a 'Xeroxing' brain
Words with an odour of plagiary reign
Lines often used, in my life story told
How could you then fake them, by being so bold?
Live your own dreams don't take from another
Not what true poets would do to each other
We share our emotions, we give of our best
Monthly, our offerings put to the test
1 Star or 2 Stars, we hope for all three
You then come along and nest in our tree
Believe in yourself, you have only to think
Then when you do, "go buy your own ink"
Footnote: - Thanks for the challenge Keith. I usually prefer free verse, but this was fun. God Bless!