Like George Bernard Shaw or William Butler Yeats,
The ASS took pen in hand and wrote prose to his mates!
The mailing list was long and soon the ASS got harried,
The cards piled up and soon the ASS was buried!
It took him all day, but the pile finally diminished,
They just needed stamps and the cards would be finished!
With the last card address, the last stamp stuck like glue,
ASS tossed them in the mailbox. Did he send one to you?