Bill Broome, Published Poet</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=41.htm>Bill Broome</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Published Poet</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Nothing is more pleasing or quite so nice<br>As notice that a poem of mine qualifies to be<br>Included in a forthcoming volume of poetry<br>To be printed in a book at a whopping price.<br>Flattering it is when my own words appear<br>To be better composed than those who tried<br>To get their poems into print for many a year<br>But the notice says my rhyming is superior.<br>Iambic Pentameter surely ran amuck in one<br>I entered in a new contest for amateur poets<br>But somehow the judges selected my work<br>Reflecting tongue-in-cheek pure poetic fun.<br>How do I deal with this unexpected fetter?<br>Do I swallow these compliments telling me<br>That I write winning poetic and readable<br>Words swaying lyricists who know better?<br>For just how much do I want to see my name<br>On a page of forever paper beautifully bound<br>Shouting quality to friend and foe and proving<br>New-found literary success supports my fame.</b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>