[From the Ontario District's newsletter, The Trillium, issue 61-03, July - September, 2007 , Waldo Redekop, editor.]

[ED: Taken from the May, 1945 issue of The Harmonizer, Carroll P. Adams, editor. The original was under the column heading of “Poet’s Corner”.]

Poet’s Corner

 (Where studied scansion and rhyme sometimes play second fiddle to desire for expression.)

A lady stood before a judge,
Her face with woe constricted.
It only took but half an eye
To see she was afflicted.

“My tale, good judge, is long and sad.
I don’t know how to tell it.
I hope that you with wisdom rare
Will know how to dispel it.”

“My husband’s such a different man.
He used to be quite grouchy.
And even in his daily traits
Was known to be right slouchy.”

“He joined a club the other night,
Just common men, not betters.
I do not know the name of it
Except a lot of letters.”

“And now he sings the whole night thru.
He sings while he is shaving,
And if the razor cuts his lip,
He sings, instead of raving.”

“The songs he sings are all nice tunes,
If he could only sing ‘em.
I don’t know what’s come over him,
Or what of help to bring him.”

“It is the great change that I fear,
Tho I can’t help but like it,
But if it’s going to do him harm
I’d like some plan to spike it.”

The judge bent forth with kindly look,
“Your husband is not loony.
S.P.E.B.S.Q.S.A.
Has made him extra-tuney.”
— Bob Easton (Mukegon Chapter).  k