O Uncle Hrab, I hear you're just a bit
Less well than you have been in days of yore.
Your nephew, George, has told us all that it
Might cheer you up if messages galore
Could come your way from parts all 'round the globe.
For fondness of your George, and Roman's art,
And all the good they've done my frontal lobe,
(That painting's like a Cornell box, so smart!)
Do add me to the teeming masses who
Are hoping that you get well very soon!
You've surely got a lot you want to do
And folks to see of a good afternoon --
Preferable to languishing in bed
And hearing second-hand what folks have said.