Once upon a time, there lived a great bard
Who in musical spectacles did star
Drenched in cheap spirits, he would stay afloat
With tongue of silver and fine-gritted throat.

Fish out of water did he seem today
For from his audience was he away
Their grinning faces now replaced with stone
Such tired eyes, all glued to these smartphones.

But with a glint in his own eye, he spoke
And drew near-instant looks from the young folk
How merrily he gestured, how he joked
And in new knowledge did the students soak.

Apollo, Dionysus: both have blessed
This drunken poet on his secret quest.