A Well Meant Fragment

By PSmith

Can I write a decent sonnet about pulling the tale of the tribe
which barks when it approaches
& wags it when it flees?
Which it? Which measure measures
the ads which may deceive
the students who receive
news that stays news?

When Bob decided to compose a book
on Joyce and Pound, a buzz went round our In-
ternet. We hoped he'd take a thoughtful look
Right Where We Sit Right Now. We'd learn to Finn
and study Pound, and TSOG rekindled hopes.
The last few pages gave a glipse of pat-
terns in our lives, with bios, hints and quotes,
which waited till the MLA announced
the now passed course. (Wait a sec- that doesn't
rhyme!) Oh well, we paid our cash and pounced
and spent our time with Ez and Jim, a dash
of Vico thrown right in, until the tail
got pulled again, just like I just pulled yours.