Some poetry between me and a guy who wanted to book PopCanon to play a show

    Tom "GoOfY" Merritt wrote:
>
> Ned,
>
>         My man, what's the word, good fella?
>
> I need to know.
> Because soon is the show.
> If the answer's no,
> I must hurry and go,
> So I can find a new Joe.
>
> Or if the answer is yes,
> Then I can straighten this mess,
> and no longer digress,
> from this game of guess,
> and relieve myself of this stress,
> which I must confess,
> more or less,
> Is really not so bless.
>
> So Ned be nimble and Ned be quick,
> Don't make me burn both ends of my candle stick,
> Give me an answer to which you'll stick,
> Or like the Bobbit you'll be missing your trick.
>
> "By phone," Tom shouted to Ned as he wrote it,
> Ned did so knowing which buttons to hit,
> "They're quite simple, just 870-SHIT."
>
> "Why that's a new phone number," Ned thought as he read from his Dell,
> "Of course," spouted Tom. "That's my new cell."
>
>

Tom, oh Tom, I deeply regret
For this show that you've planned--on the date that you've set
PopCanon i'm sad to say cannot attend:
I know your heart's broken, but i'm sure it will mend.

I truly and deeply and fervently hope
That you'll set up another show--one much more dope
And fly and phat: you know, one that's the shiznit!
A show we can play--i mean, that's the point, isn't it?

You know how to reach us--you know our eddress,
you've got my phone number, but, oh, i digress:
At the Dish Sat'rday night (it's really not far)
PC and Friends play Jesus Christ Superstar!
We follow with a set of PopCanon numbers
Which lurk in your brain, and trouble your slumbers
With catchy odd tunes in seven and five:
you won't know sometimes if you're dead or alive
So enthralled will you be with the sounds we'll lay down
you'll remember with glee why you live in this town...
I do hope to see you this Saturday night
And we'll work together soon--if the timing is right.