The Humble Mother's DreamA Poem by ConstancePlease note that the grammar and spelling are intentionally bad. This is a joke submitted to the National Library of Poetry under the pen name "Yovean Howen Svagold"
I knew a humble mother With but one dream in 'er heart To be a purblished poet And not have to be a tart Off went her submission To the nashnul library And in came conformation It would print for all to see “Eligeble to win ten grand” She got so danged excited She danced naked in the sand Her dream at last reckwited But wait, now they want fitty bills So’s she can get a copy She’d rather spend on fitty pills Or getting herself sloppy Today she’s still a wanton hoe And she got naught to show Yet she is glad, cuz she do know That she is pub’d like E.A. Poe
LMAO- Update. You can see the "Certificate of Acheivement given by poetry.com at this web link:view.poetry-email.com/ © 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on May 22, 2008 Last Updated on May 29, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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