That ink will fade in the next few years;
Your poems are but paper tears.

--D.R.F.

The Lymerick Madness Continues...
(We here at The Enfranchised promise never to use inside jokes unless they are absolutely necessary. That being said here are a few.)

Ode to Daniel Timothy Bentley
By Daniel Richard Foster

There once was a man of Stanford
Who commanded a Mongolian horde
Which he led into battle
Just south of Seattle
And wound up on Microsoft's Board


Ode to Our Mutual Friend
By Daniel Richard Foster

There once was a Yaley named Sean
Whose speech inspired a yawn.
Till, with awe and surprise
The crowd looked down with their eyes
And noticed his trousers were gone.


Ode to Wishful Thinking
By Daniel Richard Foster

There was a parliamentary body
Whose delegates acted quite naughty.
Till, with consent of the chair
They were dragged out by the hair
And summarily flushed down the potty.