Yesterday in one of my Dear So and So letters, I asked the question, "Does anybody even know what an actuary is? I didn't really expect an answer, it was sort of a rhetorical question. Nevertheless, the ever-popular "Anonymous" replied that she actually knew an actuary, but still didn't know what an actuary does!
For whatever reason, this exchange sparked one of my infrequent forays into "Poetry in Motion". I was inspired to write:
The Actual Actuary*
He was an actual Actuary,
At least that's what he said.
"Whatever that is", I did parry,
With not one clue in my head.
He said 'twas important, even very!
To keeping them out of the red.
Still I was a little bit wary,
and refused his wish to wed.
Such a man I could not marry
No matter how he "pled",
For he only worked at a mortuary
Just counting up the dead!
Not exactly "Poetry in Motion." I'm certainly no Frost or Yeats or even Nash. Still, it's a poem. There may be very little motion and not much poetry, but as I told Anonymous, it's not all that bad considering the lateness of the hour! lol!
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