I was going through piles of papers from the past couple years, and found a partial poem that I figured I'd post. It is in need of continuation, if anyone wants to take a stab at it. Well, here goes:
This is a Masonic Poem,
about a Worshipful Master who met a Gnome.
Twas living in the chandelier,
The Master cried, "Come down here!
How long have you been living there,
Above the compasses and square?"
"The DeMolay boys let me in."--
"What have you seen?"--"Where to begin!
The initiations have been fine,
see, I learned this Due-Guard and Sign!" (he demonstrates)
"Stop! You can't do that!"--"Yeah? Says Who?"--
"Erm, it's my Lodge, so, I guess I do!"