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Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Apologia Pro Nuga Sua

I'm neither Shelley nor the Bard. 
Compare me not to Frost or Homer.  
Liken these* to Emily's...? 
Who claims so frames a gross misnomer.
   I'm not Blake or Plath or Sappho,
Emerson or Donne or Keats.
A neo-Blake...? Don't make me laugh! (Oh...
note: nor ape I Maya's feats.)
   My lingua...? Never elevated,
nor by critics highly rated.
Once it's all been said 'n' done,
these doggerels are just for fun.
   (Once it's all been done 'n' said,
they're funny heard, tho' better read.)

   *Fyi: this footnote will shortly list 
the titles of all eleven of Uly's books 
of nonsense verse.

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