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Saturday, July 19, 2025

Chant for Chas.

(With a tip of the Uly Poe turban to Mr Dickens.) 

Note gestes by festive mimes 
whose crest shows zest of limes, 
undress'd -- in jest, it's  guess'd -- 
thrice bless'd (id est: three times!), 
express'd as "Test of Bimes: 
a Spooner'd Nest of Rhymes" 
abreast the vestry chimes 
whilst Heston, vested, climbs 
a chest in quest of dimes.
Out west, twin pests betimes 
(both slimes) confess'd their crimes. 
[The rest's just mess'd-up primes.] 

Transparency; or, How Did We Read Him...? Let Us Count The Ways.

(At every appearance  of the word 'read' --  except the final one --  in the verses below,  that word should be  pronounced /red/.) ...