'' A Nom De Plume '' Poem by Bri Mar

What's in a name?
Fame or shame,
In truth, does it really matter?
Does Horace or Boris, really defame?
Could a title make you mad as a hatter?

What's the slant?
Named after an Aunt,
Though some would class that as a crime,
An uncle, or perhaps a very rare plant,
As long as there's nothing to rhyme.

Named after Dad,
Isn't always bad,
Choosing well for the future is vital,
Would you be happy, if you were called sad?
Remember this is your title.

In future years,
Is it joy or tears?
What's been chosen, will it cause strife?
A name isn't always what it appears,
Some comments can cut like a knife.

If it were you,
What would you do?
Would you change it, if you had the choice?
Some their parents, they'd love to sue,
Remember babies don't have a voice.

It has to be said,
You must look ahead,
Name calling can be so hard to bear,
Go where angels won't fear to tread,
That way they won't need to beware.

A name is a feature,
It's a funny old creature,
It follows you throughout your existence,
Remember when young, you are their teacher,
That title must last the full distance.

Think long and hard,
Make it their ace card,
Don't be their reason for gloom,
For those years ahead, don't leave them scarred,
Lest they use,

‘' A Nom De Plume ‘'