Angel John Nash is crashing out in the firmament,
Hale River is shedding down bit(ter) torrents of “Tears in Heaven”:
– God, why (with)drawn my source of inspiration out of the blue?
– “Life is (so) beautiful”; in the land of Nod, his mind is too, too!
As I choose not to become an English cheater, oops, teacher
People say I’m killing the goose that lays the golden eggs
I would pray: Kill or cure, I’m breeding golden eagles;
They’re gonna pay dividends in diamond bags
The thin end of the wedge of poverty
Is to risk dining with Duke Humphrey.
For penurious possibility, I certainly have no stomach;
To.get.her with the Duchess, I get in on the (righteous) act.
(May 13, 2015)
If you’re born poor, it’s your parents’ mistake
If you die poor, it’s God’s mistake
Remember, you’re perfect/perfake!! ^__^
Welcome to HavArtson House!
On the Net, HavArtson is nowhere else to be found.
If anyone is still in doubt, Google can dis-enshroud this fun.
So why on Net (and on earth) HavArtson?
Not feet but head first, “Ha” is my name,
Which I rejoice in for its Hall of F(unny n)ame;
It is per se ubiquitous in “ha ha” – the laughter,
Thereby depicting my untamed humor.
“V” is the abbreviation for “Vy”,
Officially used to call my beloved niece,
Named after Zhao Wei, who to my heartpiece is so close;
“V” also means “via”, used on purpose to juxtapose.
“Artson” is the combination of “Arts”, and “Econ” or Economics;
Between these greatest lovers of mine, it is sandwiched.
All in all, here comes the confession of a Harvardaholic:
“HavArt” is originally born out of Harvard rhyme-mimicked.
My hope springs eternal that HavArtson deserves a medal
For being the unique s(ci)on of the… 380-year-old father.
HavArtson 