Goldie and Orchi wrote poems,
From the millennia of years now passed,
They wrote at least one a day,
One wondered how long this will last.
They both joined here together,
From another fine poetry site,
That site died in turmoil,
So now it’s on here that they write.
Seven hundred poems,
They both have now put on here,
A time for a celebration,
Perhaps go out for a beer.
There is the problem I know,
Drinking with Orchi, I need to watch,
As he is liable to put water,
In my fine and glorious scotch.