This genre poem by File 770 commenter Kyra is wonderful:
… Well. Now that I’ve managed to stop crying with joy about the Supreme Court decision for the moment, a brief word about short stories:
A is for Asimov, yes I’m his fan,
especially for Bicentennial Man.
B is for Bixby, I read him and squealed;
read It’s A Good Life (or end up in the field.)
Collier, genius that nobody knows,
I treasure my copy of Evening Primrose.
Delany’s unique, with no mimics or clones;
he saw Time As A Helix Of non-high-priced Stones.
Ellison, man of cantankerous bent,
knew even a Harlequin has to Repent.
Foster just left, but we haven’t forgot her,
and now that it’s Ended, I hope that He Caught Her.
G is for Gaiman, a winner because
he scores with as few words as Nicholas Was …
Heinlein’s the standard by which some judge worth;
my personal favorite? Green Hills Of Earth.
(I didn’t read any I’s, so I’ll just go with Ing,
whose Devil You Don’t Know I guess was a thing?)
J’s for Dianna Wynne Jones, I’ll decide –
just take any section out of her Tough Guide.
Keyes left us little, but each word we crave,
we all lay our Flowers on Algernon’s grave.
LeGuin has so much that it’s hard to pick one,
but I’ll go with Intracom just ’cause it’s fun.
M is for Merrill, who wrote like no other,
her work is loved (and not Only by her Mother.)
N is for Niven, grandmaster for real,
whose Woman of Kleenex met a Man of Steel.
O is for Orwell, a heck of a fella —
and Animal Farm’s, technically, a novella.
Padgett, the union of Kuttner and Moore,
who wrote The Proud Robot, which I just adore.
(Quaglia I’ve not read, but now Q’s represented;
I’ve heard that his writing is good but demented.)
R is for Russ, and will not be exchanged;
when she started writing, well, that’s When It Changed.
Sturgeon’s law states that most everything’s crap,
but his Baby is Three neatly sidesteps that trap.
Tiptree, oh Tiptree, the greatest indeed;
I ask, Houston, if you’ve skipped her, Do You Read?
U is for Utley, another departed,
but Shattering came out as strong as he’d started.
Varley, most everyone knows, is top rank,
you just can’t Overdraw from his Memory Bank.
Weinbaum was right there when all of this started
and his Martian Odyssey’s still well-regarded.
(X is unknown, but don’t mock it or scoff,
put here all the many I had to leave off.)
Yolen’s output is both varied and vast;
The Devil’s Arithmetic showed us the past.
Zelazny is here as the final contender;
how fitting for Camelot’s Last great Defender.