Kid Tricks for Critics

Approaching The Cup

Professionals don't love,
They let the anchors choose,
From their fog-filled channels,
The late heartbreaking news.

But I want to show thee
In time, what time can't keep.
Let's make our haste slowly,
And unload it for cheap.

If only I had the sense to shave
Off this thick archaic rime,
We could set verses free by a grave
Like a pie for dinner time.

So let them tell Splendor she is done,
For I have seen a mountain eat the sun,
And have taken as my happy task to replace
Their great theories with a thirst for grace.