We All Scribble Poetry.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

You Know Those Balls That They Put On Car Antennas So You Can Find Them In The Parking Lot? Those Should Be On Every Car!

Always To Be Best, And Distinguished Above The Rest.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.