Old Bill and Me

Me and old Bill Shakespeare Both knew a trick or two When lost for the apt word We knew just what to do. It saved all the effort It saved all the time Keeping the rhythm while Striving for the rhyme. Now Old Bill was a genius I’m just a journeyman poet But we have this trick which is Such a boon to all who know it. We just create our own word One of our own choice Say it with confidence In a strong positive voice. Try not to be cocky Try not to abuse it And with a bit of luck The world will start to use it. It was good enough for him So it’s good enough for me, Lifted my writers block and Set my creative juices free. Yes, Old Bill was a genius, Most famous playwright known, But we both have this trick of Inventing words of our own. Old Bill was such a wordibob, I’m just a peasant in his shadeup But I’m proud of the fact that we Both use words that we’ve made up