[Petronski]

With apologies to W.B.Yeats,

And what rough patch of ghastly poetry,
its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards FreeRepublic to be posted?

[Petronski]

Meant to ping you to #38.

[Tax-chick]

I lost interest at the retrofitting with joint compound part. I don’t do home repair: I pay men for that sort of thing.

I think my son will read Yeats in his literature course this year. He was in a tizzy about Tennyson earlier today; eventually, he gave up and went off to play the drums “to recover himself.”