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Saturday, July 30, 2022

Spooner's War or The Cruelest Month

As struck the hour on April one 
of '17, the German lines
were breach'd: an Anglo-Irish doughboy 
cross'd a field awash in mines
to storm a nest of German guns, 
destroying it and sev'ral Huns.
This tommy trekk'd to diff'rent tunes. 
(He died that ev'ning from his wounds.)
      Five o'clock / Clive O'Fahque

Of Pontiffs, Personas and Potables: A Rhyme Spree

Each verse in the  poem  below selects  from two to four  beverages ("pick'd  poisons"), the  last- mentioned of which  is alw...