08-10-2015, 07:31 PM
(08-09-2015, 08:56 AM)rayheinrich Wrote: After much tyresome googling: I have effected, all without theYour PPS is far from true,
help of undue modesty, a creative explication of your odeous olio
(sans poached pachyderm). It was Childe's play.
If your interpretation comes anywhere near mine, I'd consider
the damn thing a good poem except for the last line-and-a-quarter
(which my interpretation excludes).
"Tomorrow I will wake to blindness, rise, and tread my eyes
into the dirt."
Inserting old movie clichés into a poem, even when intended as
homage or oblong irony, is pretty lame dude.
But, excepting for the fact that it ends the poem, it's really just a nit.
P.S.
Princess Dido from Tyre was a rarity,
Her bum Carthage's source of prosperity;
A maximal flat
Was obtained when she sat,
Her posterior proved her posterity.
P.P.S.
Pentodes are noisy
Triodes are sweet
But power corrupted
Now they're obsolete
though pentode's glow is not now blue
and triodes still are best for bass.
Pity they're still made from glass.
Oh, and they still get as hot as this thread.
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