When
Zango Bango
went
no one could 
remember
his zany name
even though
he was the undisputed
authority on eating a mango,
had written four books and
twenty articles
on how to Tango,
traveled extensively
from Tibet to Durango,
won a gilded trophey
for crushing the mighty
Yen Chango,
and even
written philosophy
like, "Why fight
the void but to fight it 
and grow."
Oh no.
No one recalled that.
They only thing
they remembered
(rather consistently)
was that he was
a very nice 
smelling 
fellow.