Too cold and rainy this weekend for walks in the woods. Too pandemicky for entertainment outside the home, or even casual shopping. So what did I do on Saturday? Another social Zoom. Summer was a good time for them, then I let it slack off, but the holidays seem like a good time to organize them again.

This one was far flung. One participant in New York, one in California, one in Tennessee and one in Illinois.
I’ve left the names on this time, since our participation has been documented already by one or more of the other participants on social media. Also, so I can quote some of the clerihews we discussed.

I’ve been acquainted with the members of this particular group since the early ’80s, when we all contributed in some capacity to the Vanderbilt student magazine of the time, Versus. It came up in conversation somehow that Geof wrote clerihews back then about people we all knew.

He did? I had no memory of them. Time flies, memory disappears. Writing cherihews would have been in character for him, though, so I’m sure it happened.

Steve Freitag,
Always the shytag,
Hid in the tunnel
To drink from a funnel.

Geof Huth
Ensconced in his booth
When asked if he cometh or goeth
Replied “boeth”

Dees Stribling,
Always dribbling,
Said it didn’t matter
That he would splatter.

They couldn’t remember one for Pete, so Geof wrote one on Facebook the next day:

Pete the Wilson
Only ate stilton.
When he ran out of cheese,
We felt a warm breeze.