6-Tuesday, November 20, 1979
As a student of names
I’ve concludent that James,
In a singular way, is a fraud.
And I back my inferral
By the fack it’s not plural
Yet it ends in an ess, which is odd.
If this were the ess of
The plural possessive,
Then a swirl apostrophic there’d be,
But an absence of swirl
Means it can't be a plirl -
And the name is aposteraphree.
What is that that you stammer?
It’s the fault of your grammar?
That poor woman can not be to blame!
James, your claim's so outrageous,
I could go on for pageous
And from now on I’m calling you Jame.
This poetry is posted by Bob's daughter, Heather...and on rare occasions by Bob himself. Please note that most poetry gets added retroactively. This can no doubt be confusing for readers, but is better for historical accuracy!
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