Today's title, an anagram is what I call my light verse collection. It's got all the awkward impermeability of your usual anagram based on someone's name. I mean, it would be easier to just "work it till it's funny" or "humor is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration" or whatever. But what're ya gonna do--I didn't name myself.
Anyway, here's an oldie out of this file from the early days. One of those examples of juvenalia which real writers spend the rest of their professional lives trying to forget.
A Model Of Virtue 11/95
Her frown looked drawn,
not buying the lines I gave her
She wouldn’t follow my lead
so I couldn't illustrate my point.
The color went to her face
and she said I was in bad form:
"Is that what the pig meant!
Well, he can go back to his pen!"
I had to give her the brush off,
to gowash my hands of her.
Still, life without her would be emptier.
I’ll never erase her memory.
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