Casa del Popolo had the perfect vibe for writing verses, each in our own world, while passing a sheet back and forth and making couplets like so:
wind in the trees
a message on the breeze
water on the knees
spring is out in steez
professor Darwin Deez
and his dancing fleas
praised the melting freeze
and put away their skis
they turned their faces with a sneeze
and sought the cure for their disease
trudging through a sludge of sleaze
practicing their harmonies
middle, high, and low Cs
for all good things come in threes
'These true chords will be our keys
to honorary PHDs'