To join the ranks of Bastard
A simple yes would be inept
If I'm to be a poet
It's with verse I must accept

But first, the 'Pretender' comment
Was mere comic whimsical poses
All know poets can have no King
And still have access to the Muses

So I accept your invite with pleasure
And await the ceremony to anoint
Should I bring along some sort of sharpener
For you and your Stick with a Point?