Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Moonstruck and Pure As the Driven Snow to Boot


What’s that you say poet waxing poetic 
Your writing’s crystal clear? 
But how clear is that now tell me oh 

Too late I fear I’m drifting off 
Will it help clear things up a bit 
If I stick this shovel in your ear? 

3 comments:

  1. Poet, do not falsely grovel

    You're no fool

    No tool

    Better than a shovel

    For cleaning out the wax

    Unless it be an ax

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  2. For some reason this makes me think of an old Walt Kelly bit, a satire of the Soviet Union on the moon (which is made of ice-cream) - I think it might have been in the Jack Acid Society book? Something about the meter, or the feel, or something - put me in mind of it.

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  3. Tom,

    Thanks for clearing my head--now I can hear the Sirens better!

    Peter,

    Pogo stick in your mind, eh?

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