Winona Lawrence Matthews
In a tattered old box full of crumpled-up paper. Hidden away for many a year. Sketchy notes on a man of distinction. Suddenly to my sight did appear. Archibald Bell was the character’s name. Dreams and inventions were his claim to fame. I tried to ignore him, but try as I might. He took over my mind by day and by night. My high-sounding poetry turned into verse. My writing style suffered and soon became worse. But Archibald Bell would have his own say. And so I present him to amuse you today. Here’s Archibald.
