Fine Jan - but how will we synchronise?

No, no, you can't synchronize, or you'd destroy the Sphere. It's like soldiers marching over a bridge. (Must I explain everything?)

OOH! So it is ;-)

How about:

Pound stinker
Eliot thinker
Wilde winker
Neruda pinker*
Bukowski drinker
Betjeman blinker
Heaney tinker
Basho linker**

*OK I only know Neruda in English translation
**Ditto above and...Renga anyone?

I know y'all are having a good time. Think about this: instead of bumping up a poem when Sam may not want that, you could turn this into an Amusement over on D&A, where you could go to town posting your own stuff.

Not sure whether the amusement should be a poem like Sam's or a series of wanking limericks, but either way it'd be, um, stimulating.

wanking as an occupation
 

Wanking as an occupation: when I was in grad school at Purude students who were short of cash could make money by selling blood to the Plasma Alliance or by providing semen for medical research--I'm not kidding--and guess how you supplied it?

Fortunately, I had an assistantship and could conserve my precious bodily fluids.

dwl

I had Shakespeare as a clanker for wearing King Hamlet's armor around. Jonson thought Donne a canker for his prosody. But both are pretty obscure.

We could move this to D&A, where I should have put it in the first place.:confused:

Your wish is my command, Sam.

Shelley sanker

Brief History of the Presidents

Washington, first.
Lincoln, versed.
Grant, thirst.
FDR, nursed.
Kennedy, hearsed.
Johnson, coerced.
Nixon, cursed.
Ford, unrehearsed.
Carter, dispersed.
Reagan, rehearsed.
Clinton, immersed.
Bush, worst.
Obama, first.