There are some who adore modern verse,
And others who think it a curse,
But the stuff that suits me
I lack culture ? Well, so much the worse !
Following my heart attack, it was suggested by a student of mine that I might like to produce a limerick or two on the subject of 'Bill, a poet and playwright from York':
There was an old playwright from York
Who must have done more than just talk;
With a family that size
One suspects he'll devise
A play on the life of the stork.
A poet from York, name of Bill,
Has recently been rather ill;
When he said, 'It's my heart !'
His friends fell apart
And laughed till they'd all had their fill.
W. G. S.
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