| Re: Remembering the poetry of erstwhile poster Van Bagnol
Claire Petersky wrote:
> The chain was a ribbon of rivets, slick as an owl's snot,
> The bulb was a ghostly halogen, its filament glowing hot,
> The road was a sinew of darkness, but my light was steady and bright.
> My frame was the color of egg yolk,
> The moonlight glint from my wheel spoke
> As I savored the spin of my pedal stroke, into the jeweled night
>
A: If Alfred Noyes were alive today, he'd be spinning in his grave.
Z: But if he were alive....
A: This would kill him!
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