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Sunday, November 1, 2020

Runcibl'd Spooner: "You're Nick'd!"

In London's the headquarters housing the cops
who give scofflaws 'n' crim'nals 'what for.'
Scotland Yard
     A firebug has lit up our lux'ry boat store,
destroying its whole second floor.
Yachtland's scarr'd.
     Moral:
Crime doesn't pay. Still, anchors aweigh!

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...