Criminey, Charlie, eat some crow,
& replace the cork from whence foul winds blow.
If anything be worthy of Twainian derision
tis the inflated self-aggrandizement of lackademic discoursion.
If humor-lovin folke cannot engage in low deflation
than the livliness of our fellowship
is naught but hypicritition.
I in particular loved the proffered notion
of offsetting rap with overliterate criticism.
Feel grateful "male discourse" degenerated not into Hoffmanization
or something equally sophomoric, perhaps vegtable genderisation.
To those who enjoyed our recent games,
feel not ashamed or stricken with blames.
Instead advise the frumpy to stop calling names
& seek their like, say Wharton or James.
(Deadicated to Tom Robbins who quod: "Rap is a riming dictionary
trapped in a popcorn popper.")