Boris Yeltsin climbed a tank
Though his breath from vodka strongly stank.
Just goes to show that bravery’s call
May be heard by one and all.
Meeting Y.A. Tittle for a date.
The best and the brightest all pass away,
The errors greater for their sway. Nobody’s perfect, to be sure,
But some get famous, a comète d’jour.
When the well-known pass, do we pause to consider:
Hey, how ’bout the rest of the human litter?