.
.
Mrs. Bloom’s hat
– yes, yes, yes – and a yo!
What other
recourse for old Leopold’s Molly?
Get even with
Steven! Put Daedalus in a chapeau –
No arrow or
bow: spill the buffoon with the folly
.
of making him
clown in a crown of subjection.
Looks just as
good on a fellow as on a grande dame,
and would
soundly forestall his arcane predilection
for folderol Steven
thought had more aplomb…
.
but please
end this siege of egregiously terrible crap
in this awful
un-ballad, cursed verse, this invalid
excuse for besmirching
this Mount Ararat of a cap
in these dunderhead
heaps of word salad! –
.
let’s not be
undone by – just done with – all that.
Now close in, surround
it. This ain’t for sissies.
Don’t tell me
you don’t want your head in that hat:
Has it the key
to the lock on the heart of Ulysses?
.
Or maybe it’s Dolly
Bloom’s topper.
Six of one,
half a dozen of the other?
Wouldn’t that
be a whopper!
Dolly’s first
cousin to Leo’s grandmother.
.
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