Ode to the Passing of Max Cryer, Kiwi Wordsmith Extraordinaire (the other day): If One Were to (Consciously) Avoid a Funeral Pyre - Whilst One was a-Dying; or Simply in a State Somewhat Dire (if not Straits!) - It Might be 'Coz One Was Wont Still to Aspire, While Plying at the Lyre, to Extricate Oneself from the Mire, Singing Down the Veritable (News/Radio) Wire(s): at New Zealand's Newfound Sire - No, not Messiah - (Soon to Be) 'Sir' Max Cryer