I think that I will never see
The day I write a worthy rhyme.
On that we can agree!
Alas! Perhaps another time!
I think that I will never see
The day I write a worthy book.
Nor will I ever be
The greatest connoisseur or cook.
But I am not without my virtues
On that I hope you would concede.
Though perhaps that doubt continues
In the minds of those who read.
But to this I can unequivocally state
I'm the best at imitating those great.
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Just for fun: A little quiz. What type of poem is this and who am I imitating?
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