James Fabris (1964 - )
Mr. Fabris never wanted to be a poet. He wanted to be a songwriter. Unfortunately, his inability to carry a tune or clap in rhythm convinced his parents that music lessons would be a waste. Since his megalomania precluded him from finding a Rodgers to his Hammerstein, he had to admit that his songs were merely poems. To Mr. Fabris's dismay, however, rhyming poetry had gone out of fashion a century earlier. Writing free verse did nothing to relieve the constant rhyming in his brain. He tried working rhyme into casual conversation, but this annoyed friends and family. Hunger forced him to give up the habit after his father banned him from the table for rhyming carafe with giraffe. Consequently, he has been reduced to publishing his verses here.