The other day, at an evening soiree,
I met a rather mellow fellow
Which sparked a conversational colloquy
With more than the usual mutual commonalities:
How we knew the Hosts and Guests of Honor,
And that we shared the same Golden Age.
After fleeing the city of Broad Shoulders,
We both had entered the grinding Rat Race,
And later barely escaped the desiccating Valley of Silicon,
While finally attaining the Grand Order of the Grinder.
He muttered of some shuttered venture
But then beamed about country rides with his Lynne.
In turn, I brought up a personal project
About which he became truly intrigued:
Penning poetic paeans to folks famed and friendly
For their life-long gift of service and joy.
But that was that; the event had ended,
No time to learn more before a quick so long.
Now the news leaves me no means to make
A portrait of such a worthy and dear human being.
Rick, I’m riled. That was not the deal!
I was about to write your “On the Road”
Or was that “Born to be Mild”?
It was meant for you and your loved ones to view.
Rick, we demand a redo!
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