An ode to Beaker.

Sadly Beaker left to-day, a space is all that's left. The poetry threads are full of holes, and we are now bereft.     Where he once penned his witty rhymes, and wisdom oh so keen, is just an empty space for now, and no longer can be seen.     And so I write this ode, so sad, to mark this woeful day, and hop that he will see the light, and com'on back one day!     We'll miss you Beaker  :(