ET AL
Sandi, Sandi will you please
Give a poem soon this year
I'll beg to you on bended knees
And blink an eye with knowing leer
Michael too should soon return
And give us prose of unmatched wit
Something new for me to learn
To keep my midnight oil lamp lit
Where have the poets gone
And why have they forgot
'Tis their duty to pass on
A beauty others can not