Thursday, October 21, 2010

On the Eve of Our Third Anniversary: October 19th, 2010

"I'm too busy writing to drink,"
I belched to the Wife
As at table I sat
Contemplating delights--

--Intellect'll, of course;
No sensual style
Will prevent my Muse:
She smiles all this while.

As at table I sat
--at table so fat--
With ideas strange
And foreign unmasked,

Becoming the King,
After dinner I sat
And loosened my belt
And readied for bed.

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