The Song of Lieawatha

    I’m a poet. Don’t ya’ knowit. My feet showit – They’re Longfellows (HT: Ambrose Bierce) What follows is a parody of that which is beyond parody. Perhaps what Edgar Allen Poe meant when he once wrote of a Dream Within A Dream. Should you ask me, whence the bull-s***? Whence these plastic family trees, With the odors of obvious dishonesty With the reek of ethnic | Read More »