On a cold December night
In an old folks chat circa 2021
A granny pondered loudly
“Where have our art collabs gone?”
The pensioners became rowdy
They wouldn’t take their pills
“We want an art worm now,
If you young’uns won’t make it, we will!”
They round up all their dusty art supplies
Put their teeth in their gums
While through the intercom it sounded
“Orderlies, help us, department one!”