
I knew a man called Black
Unlike his delightful sense of humour
I knew a man called White
With dreadful yellow teeth
I knew a man called Young
who lived to ninety-four
I knew a man called Bull
who never would eat beef
I knew a man called Rich
Who died from being poor
I knew a woman surnamed Sleep
who would not come to bed
I knew a woman called Faith
who did not believe in God
I knew a woman surnamed Money
who was kicked out from the bank
I met a carpenter called Carpenter
to be honest, quite a plank.
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*Tracy, would have been a rose, by any other name.
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023. Day 26 prompt: what is in a name.
CLP 26/04/2023
I invite you to read my yesterday’s poem and discover something familiar:
https://manjameximexcessive6.wordpress.com/2023/04/28/day-28-index-2023/
Thank you for your words!