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Anonymous, Lloyd, and meS.C.Jones
Of our family you know Lloyd and me
but another brother was, for we were three
Of our dear brother Lloyd much has been said,
for most of his life we kept him well fed.
Of me you know from my recent tale of woe
when I had the misfortune to stub my big toe.
Now I will tell you of that other brother - Anonymous.
He, from what you may gather, was not too fonda' us.
We don't often talk of our brother Anonymous,
for we'd a'sooner had a hippopotamus.
Poor Anonymous, distant and silent; he was a wonder.
While Lloyd and me would run and play, he would sit and punder.
Many times, when we'd come home from sittin' up a tree,
He'd be sittin' pretty as you please a'workin Poetry.
Long hours and day into night,
Time and again, over and through,
Sat Anonymous, working and toiling, till
We near figured his head turn blue.
Worried our Ma so, the way Anonymous sat an thunk.
Worried us too, for we thought all his poetry stunk.
But not poor ol' Anonymous. He knew for sure,
that his poetry was destine to in'dure.
For now you see, Everywhere you see his name.
Our brother Anonymous has gained much wealth and fame.
He's gone from distant hope and obscurity
to heights quite unfair with his purity.
Well, Lloyd and me, we figured he would soon share,
for we knew our brother Anonymous, kind and fair.
But alas, our poor brother Anonymous passed clean away.
Lloyd and me regret calling Anonymous a "hippopotamus" today.
Now, were it not for Anonymous and his poetry and such,
I'm not sure I could endure. Of Lloyd, I've lost touch.
But tell me really now, tell me do, poetry and such.
With Anonymous gone and Lloyd away,
Why do I see his poetry so much?
HOW and WHY
Anonymous, Lloyd, and me
Comments welcome.
All contents copyright (C) 1996, S.C.Jones
All rights reserved.
Revised: February 1, 1997
URL: http://www.oocities.org/Athens/Acropolis/1915/
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