Old Nonsense - Jack Ellison
(Reply to Jack Ellison’s “A Secret Formula”
with my apologies)
Jack ruminates, one day past
no i shall not say his prime
an old duffer - no, a daffy duck
with a bit of luck in his bill
be careful passing about your specimen
oh c’mon soup, his mind
he’s no average joe, no joe
at all, but a happy chap
Jack thinks himself playing craps
everyone leans in to hear the secret
but his formula is sealed
in the recesses of a junket
his trunk open, hanging out
for all to see
delighting you and me
still, dear poet, fasten your overcoat
and Happy Birthday, dear!
9/23/2022
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