The poem
I grabbed the new Who's Who to see My name - but it was not. Said I: "The form they posted me I filled and sent - so what?"
I searched the essies," dour with doubt . . . Darn! It was plain as day The scurvy knaves had left me out . . . Oh was I mad? I'll say.
Then all at once I sensed the clue; 'Twas simple, you'll allow . . . The book I held was Who WAS Who - Oh was I glad - and how!