A poem knocking at the door

A poem, knocking at the door.
I ask: "What are you knocking for?"
"Searching for Master or Mistress!"
He doesn't mean myself, I guess.
"Make me a poem, be my knight,
and I can make your life all right!"
"I'm not the one you really need!"
"You are!" it begged. I agreed
and made a poem out of it.
I hope you like what I did knit.
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