I plan to post things on this site more frequently in the near future. At the moment I find myself encumbered by an unfortunate piece of paper that denies me ownership of my work. Not a good position for a writer to be in, right? Try living with it for three years.
Whilst flipping through the pages of an old notebook, I discovered the following bit of doggerel. It’s at least a decade old — well outside the scope of that annoying piece of paper — but it still amuses me, so I present it herewith until such time as I can offer a more timely and substantial contribution.
The Greatest Poem Muhammad Ali Never Wrote
I’ll drop Sonny Liston
Like a turd in my wallet
A non sequiturd
Is what you might call it