An Ode to Our Only Reader

Hey Ed Zamb

You’re the manb

You have a son named Teddy

And a heart that’s ready

To ‘like’ our pieces

Your support never ceases

Never leave us, O, Ed

You are our bread

And butter, while it melts,

we have no doubts

that Zamborskys will always be

almost certainly

the backbone-sky

of our self-esteemsky