Percy

Percy, The dock man's boy
 With pen and paper in your employ
 Percy, I'm plenty smart
 But I need help to get your art
 So you tell me the beauty's in the meaning of the words
 And it may be my hearing's slightly blurry
 Your vernacular's no accident
 You strove to find the perfect bent
 But not all good's borne of intent
 Percy, The dock man's boy
 With pen and paper in your employ
 Perry, Your deep quatrains
 Do not suffice to entertain
 But you tell me your lyrics will elucidate our lives
 And that I'll see your purpose realized
 When they hear...
 The lines you've set to do-re-mi
 The public will declare, "That sounds like me!"
 Unanimously three cheers for Percy
 Promoting better living through empathy
 Percy, The dock man's boy
 With pen and paper in your employ
 Percy, I still prefer
 A phonemne's ring to a poignant word