I got it goin' this morning.
So to scratch this weird itch, I have resurrected a poem from high school . . . and like styrofoam in a landfill, it's still the academic monstrosity that earned me a solid C+ in Jr Year Creative Writing.
So without further adieu-
"William Tell" . . .
William Tell was a sharp-tongued man,
Decent with shaft and bow.
He'd criticize his neighbor's shooting,
And not too favorably so.
One day he knocked the Sheriff's shooting,
That was something he shouldn't have did*.
(*The poetic license that got me the C+.)
So the Sheriff got ticked and made poor Willie,
Shoot an apple off of his kid's head.
William tied his son to the rough-hewn stake,
And walked back sixty paces,
Amidst his son's tearful pleading,
to please put on his glasses.
William set his feet, his jaw, his teeth,
Then let the arrow whiz -
And now when they talk of Willie, Jr.,
They use was instead of is.
Yep. Gonna be one of those days.