THESE ARE MY RECENT POEMS. MY FIRST BOOK OF POEMS WILL BE RELEASED SOON BY GOLDMINDS PUBLISHING. http://www.goldmindspub.com/#!bill-yates/c10a6
There is a street in town Where porridge is drawn up, Where loafing is a virtue And spitting is the sport of kings. Old London town would be so proud Of all the knaves and fools Who frolic all day long Then sleep amid the ruins. Edgar was the given name Of one young fool Who skipped along the padded street One whistle to his name. He loved the maiden Joan of Arc Whose beauty was untrue. Both expired the self-same day, No penny to their names. And me, I get along somehow Standing on a rock, While fishing in a muddy hole, I never watch the clock.
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