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Monday, April 6, 2020

A Posy of Pankhursts...Plus More Eggcentricity

     Hey, you guys! It's the centennial of American women 
securing their right to vote. How is it I've seen vanishingly 
little celebration acknowledging it?  

     Not so Poe. 

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Who's Henry F. Pankhurst...? You're drawing a blank...?
He's Daddy to Harriet Pankhurst. (He drank.)
His one son, call'd John Pankhurst, most class'd "a crank."
His daughter Elizabeth once drove a tank.

His other son, Richard, achieved major rank.
Mrs. Emmeline Pankhurst, young wife of this swank,
begot Dick three daughters (tho' no sons named Frank).
One, Christabel Pankhurst, wound up as a Yank.

One, Adela Pankhurst, turn'd Communist manque.
One, Sylvia Pankhurst, galumph'd the Left Bank
while Richard, her son (she bore no tots call'd Hank),
sired by Silvio Corio -- bred as a prank --

Ethiopia dwelt in ("than Britain less dank"),
but went home when that state into civil war sank.
Of Alula and Helen -- from Dick Pankhurst's flank...?
I've got zippo to say. (You will later me thank.)

Eggcentric Rhumba:
Beggin the Begguine

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