Walt Hopmans is gone now . . . but his memory lives on in the minds of every poet in the Santa Barbara area. He was a teacher, a poet and a womanizer. Here’s a drawing he sent me in a little book of his:
A coed from old Sazkatoon,
Was really a bit of a loon
She’d raise up her skirt
The naughty young flirt
And give all those present a moon.
You’ll be hearing from Walt again soon. We channel dead poets here at Wisdomgame and we also publish new poets. Why don’t you add a limerick or two?
SWEATING JOKER POEMS COMING OUT?
What the heckle is a “sweating joker,” and why is he having a coming out party? . . . find out tomorrow.