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Sunday, February 10, 2008

HEY! I"M A GENEALOGiST, NOT A POET!

A geneablogger named West
Was put to the ultimate test
Late at night he would mutter
“Where ARE you, John Cutter?
`Til I find you I simply can’t rest!”


Blame it on Terry Thornton. This is for his Poetry Challenge!

6 comments:

footnoteMaven said...

Bill:

Bravo! That was fantastic.

You have rhythm and style, so artistic. When will your first Poetry Anthology be published?

Don't forget to use your doodle on the dust jacket. I loved it.

fM

Lidian said...

That is excellent!

Lori Thornton said...

I'm still waiting for my inspiration! I'm glad you found yours.

Terry Thornton said...

Bill, I promise I'll post (in your comment section) my poem about West in New England as soon as I can figure out a rhyme for flutaphone fugue. Thanks for taking up the challenge.
TERRY

Terry Thornton said...

Ok, Bill, here are two reader comment poems to select from (under the rules only one per reader may be used --- so take your choice!).

Hello Cutter.
Hello Mutter.
Bill finds nutter ---
Flutaphone fugues
Fishing for togues
To fry in butter.

It was west to New England
Not east badland nor south gangland
Where Bill struggled with longhand
To write his fanfare fugue,
Flutaphone Common-man Togue,
Not trout but togue a la Copland.

TERRY

Janice said...

Bill,

You are very talented! lol I hope you find your John Cutter to!

I know you've already seen this, but since it IS about you, I'll post it.

Not last, Bill West with Flutaphone,
For research he can hold his own.
Tho music talent is overblown.
He claims a poet he is not,
Blaming Thornton on the spot,
Who needs to learn of sticks and stone.

--Janice