Anonymous
Published by Susan on 08/10/2003 (6223 reads)
When at the sign: Anthology...
When at the sign: Anthology
I climbed aboard the lyric bus,
The poems that appeal to me
Are often by Anonymous.
Behold amid the classic crew
Is one of whom Fame made no fuss,
A rhyming rascal no one knew, -
Anonymous.
My name's a dud: 'mid poets I'm
A leek among asparagus;
Yet let me make a lilt of rhyme
And publish it anonymous;
Sweet, simple, short, a snatch of song
Anthologists might prize, and thus
My lyric life I might prolong, -
Anonymous.
So when senile and all forgot
My memory is minimus,
In some anthology new-bought
I'll read a rhyme anonymous:
A saucy air that pleaseth me,
And I will say: "Who is this cuss?"
And wonder: "Are you he or she, -
Anonymous?"
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