Gather around, all you poets,
And let me bend your ear,
The time for us to band together,
Has finally arrived here.
Send me all your poems,
All of them I need,
Refer to them upon the board,
And from it they'll be freed.
I have sought out many of them,
And their faces kissed,
But post a hint to where they are,
In case some of them I've missed.
My purpose behind this is simple,
My reasons very clear,
I am collecting them for a tome,
The time to publish is near.
I'm up to page 13 right now,
using ten point type,
When this piece of work is done,
It'll draw so much hype.
Being the most pollutiong poet,
I think it's up to me,
To gather these little suckers up,
Now, don't you agree.
So, stay tuned, my colleagues,
The reult will happen soon,
For I have the creative genius helping,
Yes - I've cornered Doom!
I also am pleased to announce,
A new Unwashed division.
Come and join the Poetry Bastards,
We greet slop with derision!                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz