by line: Z. Corwin

 

Some gave him Frankincense

Others brought Myrrh

A few had a song to sing –

I didn’t have Frankincense

Fresh out of Myrrh

I had no trinket to bring.

 I stuck a Press Pass

in the band of my hat,

several photos I took –

they made the front page

the following day,

but never got into the book.