William Chaplar Poems
|41.||Quitters Never Win||2/13/2013|
|42.||Solomon, David, And Saul||2/28/2013|
|43.||Not The Man...||2/28/2013|
|44.||Why Does No One Cite Leviticus?||2/13/2013|
|46.||My Sister's Child||2/19/2013|
|47.||Say What You Mean||2/28/2013|
|48.||If There Were No Players||2/18/2013|
|50.||Don'T Stop The Laughter||2/28/2013|
|51.||Civil War Ballad||2/27/2013|
Comments about William Chaplar
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.
There's no way that epitome would end the same as gnome.
And likely, neither one ...
Quitters Never Win
One year I had a math teacher who made me want to cry!
I never understood those things she did with 'x' and 'y'!
She told us if we stayed in school, we'd broaden all our minds.
And then she said it's her job to see no child's left behind.
So all the time in algebra, my math teacher would say,
'The only way you're gonna learn is study every day.
And now's the time for all of you, your future to commit.
'Cause quitters never win nor do winners ever quit.'