Tom Hyland, my friend,

You write Cracker-Jack,
Cocktails of  "my words!",
Esteemed concoctions all,
Steamed crabs, cold beer,

Filling our glasses tall,

Sharing, your mind-tripping,

Dusty old volumes of lore,

Bawlmerish Edgar A. Poe,

Who like the dear Lenore,

Ah, broken is the golden bowl!
Whose spirit flown forever!
Perhaps he is Nevermore!

 Poe, would happily quoth thee,

With his Raven's signature caw!

Whether single-space or double,

Fill us up again, TK, kind Sir,

Frothing at the mouth,

From your literary jaw.