tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post2047134626136691941..comments2024-02-17T01:47:17.207-08:00Comments on Emperor of Ice-Cream Cakes: Poems Are Jokes: What This Party Needs Is Some Fetal HobosPatricia Lockwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054871173880967520noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post-42002214104640915092007-02-14T18:07:00.000-08:002007-02-14T18:07:00.000-08:00The fetal hobo of my ego appreciates your complime...The fetal hobo of my ego appreciates your compliments, faithful Richard. I tried to give the tramp-baby (babramp? tramby?) some tattered spats, but that proved to be beyond my capabilities.Patricia Lockwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05054871173880967520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post-54612318948823454142007-02-14T14:08:00.000-08:002007-02-14T14:08:00.000-08:00Not just a mature fetal hobo, I see, but a stylish...Not just a mature fetal hobo, I see, but a stylish one as well: that carefully cultivated stubble is too too happening. And the umbilical cord makes him look a bit like a Macy's Day float. Altogether, a very complex creation.Richard Epsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00318302030070884970noreply@blogger.com