Saturday, December 17, 2005
Stumble Trickney
1) I hurt my left calf last night.
2) I've been stumbling around as if I have a trick knee.
3) There's a poet named Trumbel Stickney, whose work I haven't seen anywhere except in the 1953 edition of THE OXFORD BOOK OF AMERICAN VERSE.
4) I feel compelled to say that with my new limp I should call myself Stumble Trickney, but:
5) I can only call myself this after telling people there is a poet named Trumbel Stickney.
If my calf keeps hurting I'll have to walkney with a stickney.
2) I've been stumbling around as if I have a trick knee.
3) There's a poet named Trumbel Stickney, whose work I haven't seen anywhere except in the 1953 edition of THE OXFORD BOOK OF AMERICAN VERSE.
4) I feel compelled to say that with my new limp I should call myself Stumble Trickney, but:
5) I can only call myself this after telling people there is a poet named Trumbel Stickney.
If my calf keeps hurting I'll have to walkney with a stickney.
# posted by Fredwemyss @ 1:28 PM 
