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Saturday, October 24, 2020

Sent: Some Feet* From Central Street (*Of the metrical sort, of course)

Dead
Protestor


I. Runcibl'd Spooner: Kitschin' Sinking 

Hackney'd Bulwer-Lytton here:
"...a dark and stormy night..."
Clothes...? Conservative, austere:
a stark and normy dight.
     Moral:
The start of Clifford, Paul...? 
But part of Edward's fall.

 

II. Queneau Does Goose 

Long-necked Jean
With silly hat,
Toes trodden on,
Gets into spat.
Then jumps ahead
To hear his friend:
Jean needs a thread,
His coat to mend.

Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita Anagramaniacal Opening Lines

Lolita, light of my life...  ...might fail to yell "Foil!"...  ...or opt to yell "Epee!" -- she's just that unpredic...