So said the letter at hand,
You a poet of this sand,
Ask then for local support
And find only a red-tape sound.

How wonderful when a family can unite
Help arrive from everywhere
Even an article or two.
Yet mine can only look.

I then notified the world’s poets
And quietly received their notes
The sponsorship was out of their hands.
But with care in mind it could tip a scholarship.
So I find the boycott sponsor less
And what is left priceless.