At this month's RASP open-mic night at Victor's Coffee Company, I learned that one of our regular performers is losing her eyesight. This explained why she made such pains to compose and memorize her poetry, rather than read something committed to paper. I devised a poem on the spot in an effort to try to make a humorous homage, but I have since forgotten it. I am reminded, however, of an attempt I once made at combining poetry techniques and memorizing it. It went something like this:

Roses are Red and
Violets are Blue. This po'm
Rhymes, and it's haiku!