Morris calls me Leeward.
Bill K sez “Yer Nutz.”
Kids still call me Papa.
To Leo I’m a Putz.
To grandkids I’m their Grampus.
Mother called me Spike.
Uncle Frankie loved me.
He called me Little Tyke.
To me I am a Poet
By any name at all.
Bruno, Leewi, Bobby Lee,
Life is still a ball.
Dang, I’m running out of rhymes here. Enjoy your day and make every minute count. (Hmm, what rhymes with count? Fount? Mount? Tantamount?
I know: Morris)
From: An Amo and Curio Folio. An Olio of Prose and Poesy by Lee Broom
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