"And since there's no way to totally come out of those poems
and return to Ann Coulter and her ilk,
and since we've been here for a while,
I'd like to end with a poem by Gavin Ewart.
It's called "The Black Box."
"As well as these poor poems, I am writing some wonderful ones.
They are all being filed separately, nobody sees them.
When I die, they will be buried in a big black tin box.
In 50 years time, they must be dug up,
for so my will provides.
This is to confound the critics and teach everybody
a valuable lesson."
Thank you so much.