Wemdy With An 'M' Poem by Wemdy Adams

You'll see when you read my first name
That it has an 'M', not an 'N'.
'Is that correct? ' you may ask,
'Or had she been at her hip flask? '

That 'M' was a mistaken indeed,
My hand slipped, a wrong letter keyed
And saved in a whimsical trice,
Not proofread against all advice.

I could have deleted it all
But them I said, 'Wemdy, stand tall,
There's only one Wemdy around'
I googled, no others were found.

That 'M' still does get on my nerves,
Maybe a great purpose it serves,
On greatness to focus the mind
And leave minor mishaps behind.