Poetry just for some fun

To the Editor:

This is a poem, titled “Ode to Myself.”

Today I am 4 and 8,

 ain’t that grate.

Oops. Seems that years creep

  in with feet of stealth.

Years, years, years of which

  I have mega wealth.

Should be 8 and 4, well the

  Mind goes first many say,

So, well the hey? Hay? H—

  This was poetry just sorta,

But it’s straight from the aorta.

I want to be the Falls prime poet, but I’m not real sure how to spell lorry ett.

— John Salmon, Little Falls