by sdonohue
I think we need some questionable poetry for this momentous occasion.There once was a league extraordinary
whose preacher nobody could bury.
He'd twist and he'd dodge,
like the coffin's own raj.
His pyuredeadbrilliance was completely scary.
The founder of this gentlemen's group
Would ne'er let our good spirits droop
If they seemed in doubt
he'd end our liquor drought
and then to the North Tower we'd troop.