I’m just your average junk poet!

My poems will clearly show it!

Such poetry looks, sounds like junk,

That’s below standards sunk!

That crass, crude stuff, contains,

Yet poetry-like in form remains.

No fixed themes, reason, rhyme,

Just whatever came to mind.

But junk poetry, to be sure,

Has merit, as does manure.

Yet, poems in their clever way,

Convey ideas we wish to say,

That some may even pause to read,

That normally, they’d no way heed.

But junk poetry is fluffy stuff,

You read it once and that’s enough!

About the Author

Rolland “Moose” Amos, the author, was born in 1931 and grew up in northeastern Ohio. He attended Ohio State U., Mexico City College (B.A. - Int. Rel.), Boston U. (M.A. - Int. Rel.), U. of MD (B.A. - German) and Middlebury (VT) College (M.A. - Russian). Amos served in the army and air force for 22 years, then worked at the National Security Agency until 1994 when he retired. While growing up in Ohio his friends and family called him “Mickey”, or “Mick”.

In the military people addressed him as “Hey, You!”, “A-Mos”, “A-Moose”, then finally just “Moose” - which stuck. When he wrote his first poem in 2013 (“Ditty to AHS”), he discovered, that writing poems was a challenging, entertaining, rewarding vehicle for expressing thoughts and ideas and for just killing time constructively. He now resides in Maryland.