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