David Beris Edwards over in jolly old England has composed a Splat Poem dedicated to the recently-fiddled-with organs of Hector Clam, over in jolly old New Jersey. And here it is:
AND, British Post-Neos very own poem-writing Rat (there are several but he is the Oedipal father figure), Mr. Hugo Ball-Rat, is unwell; Edwards has posted a Medicinal Poem that Monsieur Ball-Rat has written himself, which we can all chant to aid his speedy recovery. It goes as follows:
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We all wish you well, Hugo!
Mr. Edwards plans to be here in person in June to check in on Hector's condition. Check out the link to his blog to your right!