In response to a recent musing about William McGonagall, friends from Vancouver have since brought to my attention Sarah Binks, the Sweet Songstress of Saskatchewan. A regular feature on a CBC Radio broadcast, her works included poetry like this:
A little blade of grass I see
Its banner waving wild and free
And I wonder if in time to come
‘Twill be a great big onion
Would anyone be upset if they learned that Sarah Binks was simply a fictitious fabrication of a University of Manitoba professor?
I shall never attempt to write about a snowy winter day in Oak Park ever again.