[Bill Greenwell]

Originally Posted by John Whitworth

Wherever I go there is always Bill,
There is always Bill wherever.
For better, for worse, for good, for ill,
Wherever I go there is always Bill
And it sounds in my soul like a dentist’s drill:
What makes him so terribly clever?
Wherever I go there is always Bill,
There is always Bill wherever.

Whatever I read, it is written by John,
It is written by Johnny Whitworth.
No matter what mag or zine lighted upon
Whatever I read, it is written by John,
And it makes life harder to carry on,
It makes one think: what is it worth?
Whatever I read, it is written by John,
It is written by Johnny Whitworth.

[John Whitworth]

ah! Touche!

[Bill Greenwell]

Originally Posted by Marion Shore

To Frank, Upon His Telling Me I Can't Just Walk Out Of Hell

We know that Dante made it through,
with Virgil at his side.
Who's to say I couldn't too,
if Greenwell were my guide?

Let's not be Frank, but carry on,
Pretend Hell was a bore:
I'll catch you up, dear Marion,
Or wait on the bank (for Shore).

(Dante
Might have liked a Chianti,
But, after the Inferno,
A Pernod.)