An Ode to Dave Trott By Nina Beyers and Tom Espezel
An Ode to Dave Trott
Let’s hope the riffraff don’t misbehave
First time we met, we weren’t feeling brave
But now we can’t wait, a copywriting rave
Creating a Trans-Atlantic Mexican wave
Thousands of students he will enslave
With his distaste for the cliche phrase
From vanilla advertising he will save
So bring on tomorrow, a giant brain wave
Livesteam please please behave
If not — we have dug our own grave.
The man that time forgott?
Writes little. Says a lott.
Short sentences. Master of the full stopp.
Singeing paper with words searingly hott.
Tomorrow has my stomach in knotts.
The culmination of a month-long plott.
Let’s hope he’s not forgott.
2.30 pm. On the dott.