Poetry “Month” is back with a vengeance, starting with a poem for Fernando Berdichevsky, who joins us at the $1 level. 

i’m beginning to worry that these poems are telling you far more about me than they are about yourselves, but here goes nothing.

Not Bad for a Little Furball

Now heed the tale of poor Fernando

Bought a guitar and started a band-o

Things didn’t go exactly as planned-o

The night he decided he’d do it commando

He and his mates were playing some rock-a

Ferny was making his Fender Strat talk-a

Ripped his jeans doing some splits, to his shock-a

Somebody shouted “It looks like Chewbacca!”

With a Rrrroowagghgrrraaaah! Ggllllraaaarrr!

And a Hey-nonny-no

Don’t try to shred if you’re still just a rookie

With a Glrrraragagh! Rrwwarrrrgggh!

And a Hey-nonny-nay

Or shave so you no longer look like a wookiee.