John Ogle graced the evening by authoring some poetry.

Most tailored to Paul was:

Incompatibility

I seem to be a square peg surrounded by round holes,
Thus I live in a sort of universal incompatibility,
It is depressing.

I wonder if it would serve
To lessen my despair
If I found that I was round
And all the holes were square?

and then there was:

Columbus

Columbus was a guy,
pre-eminently sly
Who sensed the innate contradictories of life.

He used this sense
In consequence,
found himself sailing West to the East,

And he was right,
till he caught sight
of a double contradiction,

and that changed everything.