The reason I like this poem

The reason I like the following poem is that it strikes me as the kind of thing that a person at the kind of dinner-party I wish I were invited to (but never will/should be) might say that would initially amuse and delight me on an objective level, but subsequently on a subjective level tempt me to revile and slander the person who said it because "they are the real murderer:"

The reason I like
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Is that her name.
Sounds like a basketball
Falling downstairs.

The reason I like
Walt Whitman
Is that his name
Sounds like
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Falling Downstairs.

("The reason I like" by David Mamet)

Hey, why is all the heat on me now? You know i didn't do it, Columbo... Throw me a friggin bone here... You think just because you put on a white tux you're one of THEM?

Tell them it was Mamet! Tell them it was Mamet!