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!”