unsuited

[abu nuwas]

I don't eat veal.

I like the feeling I get that this can go anywhere. I know that had I written it, I would occasionally look back, and wonder what I had been getting at, in terms of sense, and form, and maybe find something here and there.

Apart from prancing around in the veal-leaving buff, your comments have told me this: whisky for composing poetry, coffee for critique, and wine for study. How is that for stalking?