Speaking about high-brow poetry, we have from the Saturday Evening Post
(page 26, October 15th), real classy lyrics on how to eat or drink
something. The poem isn’t quite clear as to whether Mr. Bloodgood was
eating a rotten apple or merely taking a shot of moonshine, but anyway,
it’s high-brow stuff—
_I love the loathsome!_
_Delicious half-ripe rottenness._
_I dream deliciously_
_As it slips_
_So soothfully_
_Down my grateful_
_Amorous throat._
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