There aren't many light verse practitioners left in America. Like typewriter repairmen and polka-playing TV hosts, they are hard to find.

- New York Times, Dec. 17

Oh, woe, alas, and a dose of

alack,

Light verse is having a heart

attack.

What happened to rhyme, what

happened to rhymesters?

They're not worth a dime, not

even in dimestores.

Times may be trouble but times

could be worse,

Could that be a reason for not

making verse?

It's now that we need the

gossamer finger,

Doggerel, sonnet, Homeric singer,

Badinage, la-de-dage, banter

and jest

Away, loathed Melancholy,

give it a rest.

Blithe spirits, hail, and smitest thy

lyres,

Ignite and relight your poetic

fires.

Unheard melodies may be sweet,

and fitter

On Grecian urns, but not on

Twitter.

Practitioners practice! Let verses

be lighter.

Forget the computer. Just use

your typewriter.

Leonard Boasberg, a former Inquirer staff writer, is retired, and can be reached at lboasberg@comcast.net.