James Joyce turns up to GrammarCon.
Pockets, protruding from searches for coins,
catch on a strut, which is dragged along;
and as we all know
Joyce in full flow
cannot be stopped
so the con gets bottom-topped
and the sentences -- lopped
and perfectly spread, with
a sprinkling of punctuativity,
easily read,
Ted --
get dragged into bed
with each other, and tangle
till there's nothing to separate
first word from last
in that paragraph past
--orgiastically coupled, gasp--
before you give up
and the book, heavy, dangles
and falls on its face
in exactly the place
that you left it last spring
when you had your last passionate
and hope-filled fling--
alas, not to be!
But conked out, crushed, flattened,
blitzed,
on page 33.
Pockets, protruding from searches for coins,
catch on a strut, which is dragged along;
and as we all know
Joyce in full flow
cannot be stopped
so the con gets bottom-topped
and the sentences -- lopped
and perfectly spread, with
a sprinkling of punctuativity,
easily read,
Ted --
get dragged into bed
with each other, and tangle
till there's nothing to separate
first word from last
in that paragraph past
--orgiastically coupled, gasp--
before you give up
and the book, heavy, dangles
and falls on its face
in exactly the place
that you left it last spring
when you had your last passionate
and hope-filled fling--
alas, not to be!
But conked out, crushed, flattened,
blitzed,
on page 33.