You'd think I'd tell you what the book's about
Before I started pushing verses out
As if my every iamb were a jewel
Your progeny will memorize at school
Since I'm the author, which'll be the day
That I join Peter Martins' corps de ballet,
And that won't happen if the gods are kind.
But it's already late, so please don't mind
These links instead of rhymes: the author here,
His Pushkin here, the book I'm reading here.
Tomorrow or this weekend chapter 2,
Unless back home I've got too much to do.
Before I sleep: Mike Burch has let me know
About The Hypertexts—you should go.
9:52:59 PM
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