[r-t] Words penned on viewing a marvellous new composition

[Philip Earis]

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the triumph of the run;
Rob has trampled out the vintage
Which his palindrome's begun;
He hath loosed the fateful music;
The stale dull old rows are shun.
The music marches on

Amazing runs! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
We once had CRUs, but now are found;
All glory to Rob Lee.