Billy Collins

//Here’s a poem about Billy Collins. It’s for my Mom.//

Billy Collins

Well, with a name like that
what do you expect but

A chubby kid with a cap gun
loaded with metaphors
rustling animal crackers on the sly

Or a cocktail—gin (two jiggers), soda,
superfine sugar, lemon (muddled), extra bitters—
swizzled, served on the rocks. No sipping.

Well, what do you expect
with a name like that, but poetry?

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