“I’m telling you Angie, if that is poetry I will swallow a sock. Right now. But you say that Dylan calls it poetry. Well okay then, I suppose it must be so. After all, who could possibly know better than that little weasel?”
Angela Unseld, ed., Letters from Uncle Hal.
The Ledger of Wheel and Woe.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“Those Indians, they will hide under your bed,” warned Old Man Davy. “And they will wait, patiently, for you to fall asleep. And then they will inch their way out, and they will stand over you, and stare down at you in the darkness. And that’s all bad enough. But then they will take out their hatchet, and they will scalp you! And that is why young boys should never fall asleep.”
Miles Bantry, ed., Mr. Roode’s Rustic Tales.
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