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
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