Sunday, June 28, 2020


Extra Pound looked every way round
at destruction so far and wide,
for he'd not looked to run aground
when he'd switched to the other side.

"Was it for this the weed grew tall?"
did fatuous Extra thus say.
"Oh, what dread sin moved me to call
and awaken this judgement day?"

Call it Pound's improbable pride,
the worth in himself that he saw,
for he was worthy just to chide
himself under judgement of law.

Another non-limerick poem on Extra Pound, the somewhat ridiculous, nonexistent sibling stand-in for Ezra Pound.


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