... down a hole.

We the editors at the New Yorker
Prefer the obtuse
And holes of our daughters.
If it becomes us to publish your works,
We’ve surely referred to The Times
We were jerks.
Our sideburns were long and our scoffs were aloud,
It’s only till now our judgments allowed.
When our rein is but over and real taste does reprise,
It will be J.P.F. whose verse gets inside
Our daughters.

  -JPF