Five years later, inspired by an offhand comment made by Steve Rosenhaus on a mailing list, Janna Silverstein, another brilliant, twisted woman -- they breed -- composed The Bronx Bongo in my, er, honor.

These literary masterworks are presented herewith, and guaranteed to give you microseconds of pleasure. Enjoy!

I -- a thrice-odd, naked,
ordinate dickhead --
I hack a trodden idea:

Each kindred toad I
edit, haddock in ear;
thereon I add a dick
to irk dead echidna.

I knit dodecahedra;
I addend artichoke.

He bongos here.
He bongos there.
He bongos nearly everywhere,
with his feet,
with his teeth.
His given name,
I hear, is Keith.
But truth be told
he's Superboy
with bongo drums
between his knees.
He bongos there,
he bongos here,
he's heard by everyone
with an ear.
When bongo drumming
is in need
call the Bronx Bongo,
bongo drummer indeed!

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