The fame of poets has steadily declined.
I trust you've heard of Nash and Lear,*
but X. J. Kennedy I fear,
has fared the worse with his light verse.
Still, he make my boy giggle in utter bliss
with poems like this:
"Babbling baby, left alone,
Punched some buttons on the phone.
Poppa paid for her to coo
All the way to Katmandu."
So check out Kennedy for rhymes and giggles,
and allusions to chivalry, rocs, ice cream phantoms,
dinosaurs, and combustible food stuffs.
*and Will Shakespeare**
**Happy Birthday Will.