Time for another limerick:
At a poetry reading a Vulture
said “I don’t care for this culture.
when it comes to the crunch
a dead poet’s lunch —
though of course I don’t mean to insult yer.”
said “I don’t care for this culture.
when it comes to the crunch
a dead poet’s lunch —
though of course I don’t mean to insult yer.”
In a not
very jolly taverna in Agios Konstantinos — that’s the Agios Konstantinos from
which ferries and Dolphins and the Cat go to Alonnisos — in which I’ve
sometimes been obliged to have dinner because there was no boat until the next
day, there is, perched up high in a corner, a stuffed vulture. Guaranteed to
put one off the already not very good food.
This
vulture, to add to its unpleasantness, seems also to be a flasher.
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