My father, who lives in Pittsburgh, PA  has a brother named Bob who lives in Mound, Minnesota.  In their retirement, they have enjoyed countless exchanges of goofy stuff through email and regular mail.  With the realization that I was a poet, a few years ago, they decided to include me in their nonsense.  Uncle Bob wrote some poetry which he sent to me.  My father thought I should respond in verse.  Here is the humorous result!

 ROBERT B. NO LONGER POET LAUREATE OF MOUND, MINNESOTA

 

There once was a poet named Bob

who was chosen as Mound=s poet snob.

AWill it fatten my purse?@

Bob responded in verse

and now he is out of a job.

 

MOUND MAYOR REINSTATES BOB AS POET LAUREATE

 

Have you heard of our poet profound

whose erudite verses astound?

Said the mayor of the city,

ABob=s rhymes are so witty,

we must make him Laureate of Mound.@