24 October 2012
Oh Opuss, little kitty,
How you've grown up!
How's it going, what's hanging, so, what's been up?
You've found some new friends, while I've been away, it's great to see they've got more time to play!
And yet you're still little, so tender and soft,
Just barely supported, not quite held aloft,
A thousand new members have come, been and gone, but as you can see, we've still got a throng
Of dashing new, writers, poets and dreamers
Who'll never desert us,
No they'll never leave us,
We'll play with old Opuss till the skies start to fall,
Cause we are, of course, just writers after all.
Kitten • Opuss № I