An Ode to Lynn

Lynn,
You were dour
And you know it
The postcards from
That far away city
Speak of love
However

You must read that
Book aloud to us all
Now

We are stuck on the
Tube

But then again
We drank at the
Bar X

There was loss
There was gain
There was

Your excellence cannot
Match a regular schedule
Of meetings and schedules

I suggest you write
That's what you do
Dear doctor
Write