Fistycuffs at poets corner,

They keep taking it off.

So I'll describe

In a few lines

Why i wanted to say a nice goodbye.

It was funny, it was sweet,

It praised everyone

and was reasonably tight and neat.

It was called fisycuffs at poets corner,

And was story told

Of poets, at poets corner,

beautiful, orignal and bold.

Then I stirred up trouble

And there was a fight,

I hope i got that bit right.

Everyone was in it,

And portraits of them

really captured,

with poets pen!

So can i leave this website

With no bad feeling?

Because it is not in freindship,

But in business,

I have been dealing.

I believe you should club together,

You, the very best,

And put wrtiebuzz to the test.

And publish a volume of poetry

That such pleasure gives,

That mortal man,

Finds reason to live.

Amougst this bun-fight of ego's

We've done some of our very best stuff,

So go forth, and sock it to them,

Just one request, before you overflow

Can you call the volume Beauty

In memory of me, the toad?