I like the nursery rhyme quality of this verse. I like the way you are
playign with words and getting away from what you perceived poetry to be and
into its King Arthur possibilies.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 2/27/02 9:43:10 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Elegy for a Goon
Sapristi nadgers! Eccles is deaded!
Yup, that's me folks. A goner!
No more the banks of the Shalimar
will echo to the plangent ying-tong-tiddle-eye-po
nor sultry bazaars sway
to the Dance of the Seven Army Blankets.
I shall walk backwards across the Irish Sea
each Christmas in fond remembrance.
Spike is dead? Laughter is dead!
Close him in his cardboard cut-out coffin tight.
Put out the penguin, Min, and then put out the light >>
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