Not unpleasant to know...? Mr. Morgenstern,
ever yearning for depths, never
shallows.
That dolts pooh pooh his po’ms makes my
organs churn:
songsmiths loved Christian’s "Songs of the Gallows."
Though they netted him less than most
Gorgons earn,
ev’ry Galgenlied silliness hallows,
as do all lyrics penn’d by Herr
Morgenstern.
(Christian also wrote essays et al. prose.)
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