Ode to Nancy and John

There was a young couple named Smalley
Whose bridge prowess astounded us all (y).
She taught duplicate bridge to the masses,
He deftly directed the lads and lasses.

As a twosome, they excelled in all tournaments,
Using doubles and biddings, so fancy.
They bid all of the latest conventions,
Earning many masterpoints, that John and Nancy.

She teaches the backward
And they learn to go forward.
He directs the groups
While jumping thru' hoops.

With a commanding voice that penetrates fog,
She makes her presence known.
And his jovial laugh rings thru' the room
So you can't hear all of us groan.

From the plains of the wild old west
They came to Beaumont at last to rest,
Contributing their skills to enrich us all
At a volume that is anything but small.

They came from a state called Wyoming
And after their travels and roaming
They joined a bridge family so dear
And we are all thankful they are here.

We've depended on their skills, their support, their never-ending devotion
So, from a studio so steeped in sharks, our love is as deep as the ocean.