Society of American Poets
Hers a spotless ball of sterling silver
Hers a frying pan of just remember
His a dried thought of mid November
His a tetrahedron of I surrender
It rings out on high from far forever
Here comes another fender bender
You mark the letter return to sender
The postman refuses assuming gender
you see too much all at once
you see enough never
oh disparity
oh the clarity
curse the smiley daytime pretender