I t irks me much. my darlin' sibs
That Mom must live on drabs and dribs
And crumbs of jests like bits of haddock
ANd posts from you much too sporadic.
Three times my pen has signed my name
To add and echo Mother's fame
Whole Little Hawk has naught to tell
And Rapaire tolls a silent knell
And Gnu and Stilly are not seen
In or around our great mosheen.
I urge you all, recall the ghost
And write BS, and finally, post.
For I must warn you if you stray
You may postpone the next of K!