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Bad Poetry
Edward Newman--"Earwigs" (fl. 1840)
First of walkers come the Earwigs,
Earwigs or FORFICULINA;
At the tail we find a weapon,
Very like a pair of pincers,
And with this 'tis said the Earwigs
Open and fold up the hind wings;
You may watch them and observe it;
I have never had the pleasure.
(fuck me raw)
Amanda McKittrick Ros--from "On Visiting Westminster Abbey" (1860-1939)
Holy Moses! Have a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook!
Some rare bits of brain lie here
Mortal loads of beef and beer,
Some of whom are turned to dust,
Everyone bids lost to lust...
Famous some were--yet they died;
Poets--Statesmen--Rogues beside,
Kings--Queens, all of them do rot,
What about them? Now--they're not!
(might we suggest basic English grammar to this stout lass?)
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Deny closure. Honor ambiguity.
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