Well, hello. This week Street is full of facts (and Shoutouts, see pg .17), and to begin I will tell you a not-so-secret Street-cret. April is National Poetry Month and Street is going to start the month off right - after perhaps starting the month off wrong with some very unfunny April Fool's jokes (c.f. the masthead, apparently Leprosy is no longer funny). And since we are a magazine full of words and it takes words to make poetry as well, I thought I would just hopscotch over some formalities (aka writing whole sentences) and write a poem special for you. Ahem.
An ode to the reader of Street (you!)
This is an ode to you, My dear, sweet reader of Street. Has anyone told you That you are as neat
As the room of a person With a compulsive disorder That cleans night and day With only the reward-er
Of knowing his room Is lacking in rubbish? Well, that's how we feel Each time that we publish.
We do it for you, You wonderful literate. Do you read us each week? I'd hope you consider it.
For look! On page three What wonderful things, Street Beats, WOTS and Dispatches Full of bling bling.
We have Film, Food and Music All special for you, It will make you high just on life (No need to sniff glue).
We have Guides, Ego and Features, All sandwiched inside. They are all quite well-written, To you, I'd not lie.
Now, you may think That we are all just trash talk. But get this straight dear Street reader, Street's not a sidewalk. So read on, dear Street reader, We hope that you do. And happy Passover to readers Who are technically Jews.
And be sure to read next week Our literary issue. So adieu until then, I will sorely miss you.
