Ode to a Ranting Senior
to a humoristOde 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...