Sly Plotte and His Fantastic Scheme by Thomas Lipschultz 11/17/99 A new poet's been found an ironic fate in the soils of Egypt And so with his works His name is Sly Plotte historians know You'll hear it a lot the land-lay of Africa His works are fantastic from the period he wrote even more for the time And astounding a sight with very grand subjects are the people worldwide and sporadic rhyme as they gather to write, He wrote of the world for they all will pick up its lands and its seas where poor Sly had left off and all who dwell in it and continue his work and plants and animals by each seeing the land and whatever you please then copying by hand But he went far beyond the curves and the valleys the norm of this style terrain by the gulleys He wrote in a detail mapping the sewers surpassing all else capturing the skies He described every mountain detailing the smog every ocean and plain noting the wild by describing each inch The essence of life of the land, each pinch the true essence in all of the sand, each step all captured on paper of the way, and thus A worldwide action he filled a library a universal script for each city he scribed a historical text They who found the vaults unlike any before thought for sure that the core The world is writing was no longer magma The scheme's taken effect but pages of script Sly Plotte's dedication no pages ripped, none tore affecting good nature They worked 'round the clock All wars are halted several hundred in count the commoners exalted to read the man's works The Kingdom of Earth baffled by the leap the pride of humanity in progress of the time united at last And finally, all read, under a common goal they found sure enough The future of all the script incomplete is glowing much brighter for Sly Plotte had died The world together He couldn't compete A world on paper with the cycle of life Sly Plotte is sainted And all he had done All he did was write all monstrous the size May he rest in peace included but some and have a good night of the scope of the land of Africa, his demise having come in the sand in the midst of a stanza where his bones were found while describing the ground beneath his own feet