Poetic moment

Here is my attempt at some dorky poetry. The last bit I made up, because I needed a rhyme.

The ebb and flow of life
"The time has come," the senior said,
"To talk of many things:
Of caps and gowns and tassels turned,
Of Dents and small-ish dings.
And why the May wind blows a lot,
And wishing I had wings."

based on a bit of The Walrus and
the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll