Okay, Amos, you're right for once.

I am composing a thing tentatively entitled "Ode to Mother Moab and her little Moabites". That is the first four lines, and all that I have completed thus far. Feel free to join on it; the next part should be an Alexandrine or Sestina or Siesta, depending on the meter readings.

I once knew a guy who sat in a corner fondling his Twinkie. He grew hair on his palms and went blind.