Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Mrs. Bloom’s Hat

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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