"Soon," said the Fish, "we'll be out on the street,
When we've always deserved to be Urban Elites."
"Yuppies are out, don't you know? They're passé,"
Whined the Hack as he snacked the last bite of pâté.
"Yuppies are in again, jerk," the Fish spewed,
"One more example of how you're wrong, dude."
Yuppies weren't through. The Fish knew. He'd just seen
the latest issue of New York magazine.
Mouth filled with pâté, the Hack couldn't answer,
Besides, he was thinking of a certain dancer.
Michael Flatley, yes, yes, Lord of the Dance
Was playing this evening on TV by chance.