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 ...
Be One Of Those That Do
We tend to gripe a lot about how bad things have become.
But all we're really doing is beating an age-old drum.
The many need to emulate the actions of the few.
'Cause it's not so much what we say but, rather, what we do.
We like to blame the government for causing all the trouble.
And maybe that's the reason that the nation's on the bubble.
Instead of trashing Washington and being red or blue,
just stop praising the ones that say and honor those that do.