Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.
You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,
and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,
the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework.
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and the Latin names of flowers? ? ? Come on, Billy. Just say nasturtiums! Why this pretense of intellect? Why the overly drawn out image? These poems are nothing but pablum and Hallmark Cards!
Funny thing, Berd - he was saying just the same about you the other day..
From mawkish to sentimental to pseudo- profound. Well I guess one can't accuse poetry of being 'highbrow' anymore. What a pedestrian mind!
What a novel way with Nostalgia - - taken from the standpoint of the genesis of man this makes much sense. Why not communal nostalgia - if we probe long enough into the communal mind we are bound to unearth such memories.... written here of course with humour too..... salutations dear Sire - - - from Lady Fay of Cornwall U.K. on this auspicious day in 1570 say.
Wow, Billy! Can I borrow your time machine?