I admit my name seems to lack a certain beauty.
I’ll never be an eponym. Who wants a town named Judy?
It’s clear that my name never makes it into poet talk.
No unfortunate child will be the chip off my old block.
Interlaced with second names —Agatha or Jeanette,
still that silly first name is as basic as you get.
The reception that it gets in lists is surely less than fine.
Somehow I always end up being sent to last in line.
It’s not correct to grumble over names, but all the same,
why give a perfect child such a clearly imperfect name?