A SYMPOSIUM
There was a Russian novelist
Whose name was Solugubrious,
(They'd heard he was salubrious.)
Soon held a kind of seminar
You know what bookworms women are.
(You should have seen them bury tea)
Was the great man's sincerity.
From all besetting vanity)
His broad and deep humanity.
All thought of being critical,
A wee bit analytical.
But Mrs. Black, the President,
Of wisdom found the pinnacle:
Those Russians are so cynical."
It's true that they had heard of him;
Had ever read a word of him!
Solugubrious