There was a writer,
Tom King, who wanted to rhyme
Library but di'n'...
He said, just nothing
rhymed with library; I thought...
brib'ry does, Tom King.
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- Jerry Prager
- A former community newspaper editor, published poet, improv musician, playwright, historian, chef, canoe trip guide and stone worker, actor, dancer and under-employed jack-of many trades.
A Capella
Jerry @ Wally's by Mo Kauffey
The Ironworker's Kid
My father was an ironworker,
high steel molten man,
left my mother via an AA liaison that left him
a further love on now in Saskatchewan.
The son of the son of unions,
the strike organized kind,
a sober anonymous saint now
undoing your lifetime of harms.
Ironworker's kid,
I got I-beams in my eyes,
standing on this height,
foot slips from falling,
my father, O father
on Father's Day recalling.
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