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In going through the tubs of STUFF the grandsons brought down from the attic, I found some of the poems I wrote over the years - from high school on. Some are probably lost forever - like the one I wrote for the wife of a friend called Bite the Bullet (she was a nurse and he shot muzzleloaders with Himself). I have my Love Poem somewhere but it was not with the others. I have been putting them on the computer so I can send them to one of the kids to preserve. The 2 I saved from high school were the love poem and the Ballad. I was so proud of both because I got an A++ on the first and although I got a good grade on the second, it was the ending stanza that made me keep it. I am going to inflict it upon all of you now. Fair warning.
Bonny, Bonny Ballads
One day in English class I sat
A listening very hard.
“Today we write our Ballads, Dears,
As well as any Bard."
I sat and sat and thought and thought
But ne’er a word came through.
Oh dear me I had not one thought,
What was I going to do?
Oh woes is me, alas, alack
I need a rhyme, oh foo.
I have the lines from one to three
But four must rhyme with two.
And as I thought, I looked around
Oh my, what did I see.
The kids around me wrote and wrote
Wrote stanzas one, two, three.
Now stanzas number four, five, six
Were easy as can be.
Everyone was almost done
Everyone but me.
They are on the stanza now,
Stanza number sev’n.
It seemed that I would ne’er get done
‘Less words were sent from Heav’n.
And then to my great happiness
I looked down at my paper
The many stanzas I must write
Had now begun to taper.
They tapered down ‘til I had none
I had no more to do.
Oh me, oh my, oh am I glad!
Thank goodness I am through.
And now dear Mr. Carissimi
I’ve passed the minimum
So how about some real good points
When checking you’ve begun.
Mr. Carissimi wrote:
If you would count the beats, Kathy
So very carefully
I’m sure you’ll find without a doubt
A balladeer you’d be.
Bonny, Bonny Ballads
One day in English class I sat
A listening very hard.
“Today we write our Ballads, Dears,
As well as any Bard."
I sat and sat and thought and thought
But ne’er a word came through.
Oh dear me I had not one thought,
What was I going to do?
Oh woes is me, alas, alack
I need a rhyme, oh foo.
I have the lines from one to three
But four must rhyme with two.
And as I thought, I looked around
Oh my, what did I see.
The kids around me wrote and wrote
Wrote stanzas one, two, three.
Now stanzas number four, five, six
Were easy as can be.
Everyone was almost done
Everyone but me.
They are on the stanza now,
Stanza number sev’n.
It seemed that I would ne’er get done
‘Less words were sent from Heav’n.
And then to my great happiness
I looked down at my paper
The many stanzas I must write
Had now begun to taper.
They tapered down ‘til I had none
I had no more to do.
Oh me, oh my, oh am I glad!
Thank goodness I am through.
And now dear Mr. Carissimi
I’ve passed the minimum
So how about some real good points
When checking you’ve begun.
Mr. Carissimi wrote:
If you would count the beats, Kathy
So very carefully
I’m sure you’ll find without a doubt
A balladeer you’d be.
