How I Ake for Keith and Jim
It really keeps me in
Flying far away from their homes
My "computer aided " drones

Like Quixote and Sancho Panza
Tilting at windmills in evey stanza
I suppose it could be worse
They could wrtie it all in verse

Lurking high up in ether
Scoring points in evey blether
Targetting only minor points
Guided by no one who annoints

Homing in on the target "bull"
like a homing pidgeon they drool
Then a terrible noise does rend
As on the target they descend

With hot air the cat they blooter
From the comfort of their computer.
They brave no face to face duel
The 'lectric is their fuel.

In this era of remote
Their targets destroyed with a quote
or a bum statistic to win the vote
Her i have end this song i wrote

I could drone on to the moon
But cant think of a tune
So here Ill have to end it
Or guided epistle ,    will they send it

TTFN BvR