nicknames

​A name of any other still a rose,

Spoken, whispered, written in prose.

A handle given by others,

Family friends mates, brothers.

We were young without tact,

But nicknames are just a fact.

You get them young, you get them old,

Some you get you're never told.

Some are harsh some are funny,

Hard to miss I guy nicked Bunny.

Some cuddly, some cute,

I know a girl we call Newt.

What's yours I beg?

Not Margaret's it's Meg.

The lad named Peter, called Duke I knew,

Ancestors before him a three Peter crew.

Roberts be, Robs, Bobby, and Bob,

Poor feller in town is known as Knob.

Williams called Billy,

Matilda of course Tilly.

That big guy Terry all call Tank,

When did George, ever become Hank?

Katrina's of course a queenly Kat,

Jazz guy Nathaniel Cole, is King Nat.

My friend Matthew is a kindly Matty,

The lad Patrick, he's just Paddy.

A.J, R.J, P.J, are the initials,

Of many town and county officials.

Today's nicks are a clever bit,

How do, t-bone, and Ice-T fit?

Under nome de plume's they yell,

Lyrics rap'd together hard to tell.

It's not a slur or slander,

No need to ruff your dander.

Never forget you old fart,

Each are kind endearment, from the heart