Short Urbanmay Poems

Kilroy Was Here

Kings may come, kings may go, 
I go on forever. 
Letters in a constant flow, 
Recording each endeavour. 
On the walls and in the halls 
You may find that I vex, 

Waxing tall or shrinking small 
And alternating sex. 
Seas I ford, I go abroad 

Heeding my vocation, 
Evading eyes and compromise, 
Resourceful, I claim all disguise, 
Even bilocation!