More Poetry

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:

“My Garden”

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.



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