by Tod Burros
Stewart Traill liked to be called "Brother Stewart" in Cobu. This is my first attempt at poetry, I'm not sure if it's "good poetry" but the point is true.
There once was a man name Stew
In Cobu he liked to be called Brother Stew
Grand entrances he would make
But his show turned out to be fake
His behavior was bad
His actions caused hurt
And his heart was filled with dirt
And so this man who ruined all fun
Was just a son of a gun
And really was Brother to none