P.M. & A.M. at West Chester

At the Reception

I

In the room the poets come and go,

Talking of how they wish they made more dough.

II

Hooray! A friend I haven't seen all year.

Too bad he's on his thirty-second beer.

At the Keynote

You know it's good if you can stay awake,

Digesting hunks of beef and chocolate cake.

In the Dorm

This suite's terrific; not a thing could spoil it.

But still, I wish my roommate flushed the toilet.