Goodbye to the talk of wrong-doing
In home repair; donor-pursuing
Gray’s name had been smeared
But now he is cleared
‘Bout time; he’s got votes to be wooing

There’s nothing quite like a spring breeze
Though why does it smell like disease?!
As ginkgoes unfurl
The trees smell like hurl
So spray and spray soon, pretty please?

Some folks find the contract delighting
(That 20 percent is inviting…)
But raising some ire
Is Rhee’s right to fire
It’s risky when that is in writing

“Octavius” certainly suits
But why not Doc Ock? [octo]Pus-in-Boots?
The winner’s a snooze
Good names always lose
Are killjoys and zoos in cahoots?!