The former address, "reactionary drivel," was a P. G. Wodehouse gag that few ever understood to be a mildly self-deprecating joke. Drivel, perhaps, but not reactionary. Neither the Red Caps nor the Reds ever got it.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
A Saturday Morning Wall-Eyed Hissy-Fit - poem
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
A Saturday Morning Wall-Eyed Hissy-Fit
On a rainy Saturday morning, two cats
For reasons known to them alone, round off
(For cats, being more circular than angled,
Can never square off) – a catty cacophony
Of yowling, growling, prissing hissy-fits
In mutual feline outrage, their tails
Twisting like scorpions, or furry snakes
Threatening death – or at least disapproval
Much to the delight of the back porch dogs:
On a rainy Saturday morning, two cats
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