Once was a poet named Hunter <br />Who when couldn't rhyme, would punt'er <br />And come back next day <br />As if to say, <br />Sorry but I just coundn't do'er. <br /> <br />So as calendar pages turned, <br />His writing he'd spurn <br />Until finally, it seemed so proper <br />Just put pencil to paper <br />And, nothing could stop'er. <br /> <br />So Hunter, George by name <br />Is the one and the same <br />Who'll tease ye <br />With poems quite easy. <br />That after a beer (or more) will seize ye. <br /> <br />Putting words into play <br />The thought for the day - <br /> <br />Merry Christmas and Happy New Year <br /> <br /> <br />s<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/was-once-a-poet-named-george-hunter/
