Ode to a Ranting Senior

Poetry is not my game

To see it on a printed page

I always thought was slightly lame

But then I came upon a sage

Who changed my little feeble mind

He showed me that it could be good

When it could also be designed

So it could be so understood

He was a quite witty fellow

Who wrote with quite a bit of dash

And even though his age was mellow

He did it with no overt trash

That's all I really have to say

But I do wish to prescribe

A long and very happy day

To him and all his tribe