William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD
Ah yes Les I must confess
I like writing Canadian rhymes the best
And the greatest thing about a rhyme
Is it can be used often and at any time
When I was a little red headed boy
Girls in the school yard jumped with joy
I made up skipping rhymes in verse
Some were bad and others were worse
Maggie, Maggie she’s our queen
Cutest girl you’ve ever seen
She can jump and she can skip
Kissing Billy Willbond on the lips
How many times did she kiss him?
Let the counting now begin
One two three and four
Going faster than before
Now I’m an old guy and my hair is white
I still write poetry each and every night
I think back o’er the years to when I was young
Skipping rhyme poetry it sure was great fun!
I guess I am still just a simple Canadian poet
At least I’m smart enough to know it
Not like those poets on artistic Government grants
They studied down in Quebec or o’er in France?
They use those high educated big words
That flow off the pages like soft latrine turds?
I hope they don’t think that I’m making a fuss?
‘Cause we don’t like them and they don’t like us?
And of course you know Les that I must say less
About unrhymed poetry that they think is best?
I’ve a grade 8 education from way back in the day
And I’m just an old soldier, AIRBORNE all the way!
©Copyright October 31, 2007 by William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD
This poem was prompted by the poem, “Versification” - ©Copyright October 31, 2007 by Les Peate