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

 

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