tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629301231907528990.post3840483692030652273..comments2024-03-26T18:01:57.609+00:00Comments on Inky Fool: Boxing Day and the Perils of PoetryM.H. Forsythhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01464964455944509750noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629301231907528990.post-33246075319845555912010-12-26T20:18:55.709+00:002010-12-26T20:18:55.709+00:00I’m sorry that your anger quickens
At those disdai...I’m sorry that your anger quickens<br />At those disdainful lines of Dickens,<br />Or that Sam Weller’s stricture sickens<br />She who <a href="http://www.theoi.com/Nymphe/NympheAganippe.html" rel="nofollow">Aganippe</a> thickens.<br />Though Inky Fool may try to feed all<br />Appetites, he needs must needle,<br />Like a tart and spicy cheadle*,<br />Laszlo Biro’s broken beadle.<br /><br />(And try in foolish ink to wheedle<br />In a mention of Brad Friedel).<br /><br />*An Anglo-Saxon term for mustard.M.H. Forsythhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01464964455944509750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629301231907528990.post-39571139688180329412010-12-26T19:10:41.857+00:002010-12-26T19:10:41.857+00:00Once again I find you pickin'
On poets, you an...Once again I find you pickin'<br />On poets, you <i>and</i> Mr Dicken<br />And if you thus insist on needlin'<br />us, we'll surely fetch the Beadle in.broken birohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06233920262119205474noreply@blogger.com