“Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.”
~ William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
Tell me, friend, which you think makes a better
chair: a teacher or a lawyer, a welder or a
cook? A sober woman or a drunken man who’s witty?
Someone who asks no pity and knows himself a fool
or someone ghoulish who thinks himself much wiser than
the rest of the committee, insists on leading a
new project everyone finds foolish,
one whose brain is itty-bitty, lacking judgment, lacking wit?
Wilda Morris, Workshop Chair of Poets and Patrons of Chicago and a past President of the Illinois State Poetry Society, has published numerous poems in anthologies, webzines, and print publications. She has published two books of poetry, Szechwan Shrimp and Fortune Cookies: Poems from a Chinese Restaurant (RWG Press) and Pequod Poems: Gamming with Moby-Dick (Kelsay Books). Her current projects are a book of poems riffing off science facts and theories, and a collection of poems playing with Shakespeare’s words. Wilda’s grandchildren say she lives in a library. Her poetry blog at wildamorris.blogspot.com features a monthly poetry contest.