|He was called
as he was thought to be a Walter Mitty,
that fictional character who dreamed wild
with an imagination that was launched on
always had a penchant for pun and rhyme
as far back as he could remember to
Hed penned his share of ditties,
doggerel, and verse
which he most likely was still doing in
It started in high
school passing notes
to lovely young damsels seeking their
and when they giggled right out loud,
he knew he had them, and he was on a
Everyone agreed his
content was great,
but that his meter was absolutely cut
It didnt seem to matter at all
for his nonsense the damsels seemed to
And after college
while on the job,
he met the girl with whom he wanted to
So he penned his stuff and passed it
expecting to hear her laughter and song.
But she looked at him with deep disdain
and told him not a poet feign.
Jolted by this
he began to write again with much more
dropping his meter, rhyme, and wordplay,
and hoping that she would not say nay.
And indeed an
affirmative response he got,
but he was so excited, he dropped on the
In death he was
lauded for what he was not,
a romantic, literary, poetic hotshot.
And that is why I
have shared his fate,
so I could set the record straight.