Start with your bookish puns
Some scholastic decree
To form ambient thought patterns
That match up with a cart you can push
A string you can follow
Back to can
Can to can
When you can't can-can
But you like to write about it
It's beautiful isn't it?
Your shabby historicals
Tenure forgiving the bees in your hair
A collective honey pot so rich with stick
That they wear leather on their elbows and real life ascots
Swear to god cardigans and tasselled shoes
You've got the rugged muted Land's End
A spectrum for ducks and satchels
Can't write for the Times
Won't write for the Herald
Don't write for the Tribune
Too gnarly for all of that
Must take jeep to edge with retriever
Cut apple and cheese
With Buck
Grandpa's Buck
Casting off
Flies that smell like baby tears
We don't live in bars
Rotting our livers
For the sake of nostalgia
Some iconic found object
Barfing on command
For your applause signs
We don't live in castles
Crossing variance tongue
With papa's credence
Adding sharp cheddar
To an already salty brine
We do in your book
We do in your corduroys
We do with your schoolboy boner
Moustache twirling references placed here for poetic affect:
Aristotle, Kant, Zhuangzi
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1.6.10
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