For some reason, I couldn’t get onto the internet yesterday afternoon or last night so I am just posting this now.  It was written yesterday but not posted until today.

(The following poem is made up entirely of words that can be made from the letters in my name (Ms. Judith Kay Dykstra-Brown). For the purpose of theme, I have broken this rule in the last stanza. A friend who read it thought it was too negative, but it is all meant to be funny. I had to make use of the words I could make.  Just try writing a poem with no e’s!!!)

About Moi

Thou art drunk and so rowdy;
you don’t stand to win.
Your body is dowdy;
your hair is so thin.

Thou art a word-junky
both bawdy and wry.
Your workstand so junky;
your wit is so dry.

Your Ma’s from a bowry;
your daddy was bust,
so your sad dowry
was junky with rust.

Your sis was so bratty,
but now is a nun.
Your butt is both tatty
and broad as a hun.

A byword for wordy,
your work is not art.
Your story’s too dirty,
a bard thou art not!

I may do b-tt-r
wh-n I start to think,
As my d-arth of this l-tt-r
just starts moi to drink!