A Rap Sonnet Rhapsody for Deb
as she leaves the library
Hey, Deb, Deb, Deb of family Hatch:
You have got a plane to catch
To Indiana’s pumpkin patch,
For training that you can unlatch,
For credentials you can snatch,
So you can have a career to match.
To such initiative we doff our hats
While muttering under our breath: “Oh, rats!”
When Butler* gathers the grades and stats,
There will be no-one to match
You amongst the medical batch.
You’re off to learn and grow, so natch:
We will miss our pleasant chats,
We will miss you, Deborah Hatch!
Dick Hacken,
3 August 2011
*...University, not Julene...