Compere without compare,
Presiding, always with equanimity,
Over the sublime, the beautiful and
Many, many rhymed lines,
Of unparalleled inanity.
You introduced and listened to
Rappers, ranters,
Jokers and croakers,
Sonnets, ballads and even haiku,
But nothing ever seemed to
Phaze you.
What will all those poets do now?
Well, they’ll just carry on and on and on,
Without you,
But you helped them say
What they wanted to say.
Thank you .
