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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE SONNETS OF A HOODLUM: PROLOGUE, by WALLACE IRWIN Poet's Biography First Line: Wouldn't it jar you, wouldn't it make you sore Last Line: You. Alternate Author Name(s): Ginger; Hashimura Togo | |||
WOULDN'T it jar you, wouldn't it make you sore To see the poet, when the goods play out, Crawl off of poor old Pegasus and tout His skate to two-step sonnets off galore? Then, when the plug, a dead one, can no more Shake rag-time than a biscuit, right about The poem-butcher turns with gleeful shout And sends a batch of sonnets to the store. The sonnet is a very easy mark, A James P. Dandy as a carry-all For brain-fag wrecks who want to keep it dark Just why their crop of thinks is running small. On the low down, dear Mame, my looty loo, That's why I've cooked this batch of rhymes for you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE STEVENSON FOUNTAIN (PORTSMOUTH SQUARE, SAN FRANCISCO) by WALLACE IRWIN FROM ROMANY TO ROME by WALLACE IRWIN LOVE SONNETS OF A HOODLUM: EPILOGUE by WALLACE IRWIN THE CONSTANT CANNIBAL MAIDEN by WALLACE IRWIN THE WORRIED SKIPPER by WALLACE IRWIN SONGS AND THE POET (FOR SARA TEASDALE) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST |
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