With pride and privelage, he introduces himself , A man with stories upon his shelf, There's nothing much to say of him, Except, he writes upon a whim. Fear not, though he, you hardly do see, Will write you beautiful poetry, One may think,"That guy is long gone, And all he did, was blow his horn." You are so right, for thus it may be, But he'll be back with a bang, and a great story. Who is this man, who is this guy? It may come of a surprise, but that man is I.