tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post116156195735434878..comments2024-02-17T01:47:17.207-08:00Comments on Emperor of Ice-Cream Cakes: Poems Are Jokes: This Pretty Much Speaks for Itself: Day Twenty-OnePatricia Lockwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054871173880967520noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post-1161824773025609712006-10-25T18:06:00.000-07:002006-10-25T18:06:00.000-07:00I thought I commented on this earlier, but apparen...I thought I commented on this earlier, but apparently I am insane. Vanished comment went something like this:<BR/><BR/><I>Proffered, that is delightful--where can I find a copy of the full poem?<BR/><BR/>Cuchulainn, I agree with you. This is one of my favorites.</I><BR/><BR/>It sounds somehow lamer the second time around, not that it was all that scintillating to begin with. Hmmm.Patricia Lockwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05054871173880967520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post-1161700799489189732006-10-24T07:39:00.000-07:002006-10-24T07:39:00.000-07:00A Stevens parody (from De Vries).An early hitherto...A Stevens parody (from De Vries).<BR/><BR/>An early hitherto unknown poem called "The Courtesan Takes Cortisone," begins with the immortal lines:<BR/><BR/>Perhaps<BR/>Her paps<BR/>Were not <BR/>What was<BR/>Expected.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com