William Chaplar [C.W. Elliot] (August 18,1961 / Trenton, New Jersey)
Poems of William Chaplar
|1.||A Dog Lover's Tale||2/28/2013|
|2.||A Woman's Place||2/28/2013|
|3.||Be One Of Those That Do||2/14/2013|
|5.||Be Your Next Success||2/27/2013|
|6.||Because We Can||2/14/2013|
|8.||Bridging The Gap||2/26/2013|
|9.||Civil War Ballad||2/27/2013|
|10.||Dad Was A Real Man Too||2/14/2013|
|13.||Do It Then||2/28/2013|
|14.||Do The Math||2/15/2013|
|15.||Don't Curse The Darkness||2/15/2013|
|16.||Don't Play Not To Lose||2/15/2013|
|17.||Don't Stop The Laughter||2/28/2013|
If the English language was indeed one without flaws,
inlaws—once the divorce was final—would become outlaws.
There'd be a whole new way for us to spell words such as sleigh.
And none would be confused when they looked at the word croquet.
Inflammable and flammable would sure not mean the same.
And words like claim would doubtless look a little more like fame.
Weight and height assuredly would not have different sounds.
And wounds would almost surely not be spelled the same as rounds.