[Roger Slater]

Come to think of it, I don't know for sure that I met Michael Cantor. It was at a reading in New York. Several of us were "meeting" for the first time, though, for all I know, any of the people I met could have been lurkers on this board who decided to show up and impersonate their betters. Like a fool, I never asked to see a picture ID. Now I'm wondering if the real Michael actually has a purple tattoo across his forehead saying IAMB A(NA)PEST, with a little smiley face right next to it, or was I merely fooled by an eerily plausible impersonation?

[R. S. Gwynn]

If only, John. Perhaps you have a doppelganger, c. f. William Wilson-Whitworth. Of the muse strikes you in the sodden late night hours.

"Sammie Gwynn," an androgynous figure, bears responsibilty for all of my entries to poetry.com.

[R. S. Gwynn]

I have met Michael Cantor, but he likes to be known as "Banjo Eyes." You should hear him sing "Mandy."

[Martin Rocek]

Well, I've had a grand time reading all these, but I have to wonder, have any
of you even read McGonagall? I mean, the stuff here isn't even close! Here is
my effort:

The Verrazano Narrows Bridge

Praise to the bridge of Verrazano,
protect it from seagulls and their guano.
It offers a view of the Statue of Liberty,
a finer sight I doubt you will ever see.
Its grey towers reach up to the sky
I cannot believe that they are so high
and if they do suffer from a little rust
the Port Authority will fix them soon, I trust.
It carries the wee cars and the mighty trucks
in a grand style ever so deluxe
from Brooklyn, so brazenly bold and violent,
to the lush verdant shores of Staten Island.
It has two roadways, one upper, one lower,
but I never know which one will be slower.
I'd like to take a picture, but I know that I can't
because it might help terrorists a bomb to plant.
So hail the mighty bridge named after Verrazano,
and if you don't think it is grand, I'll fight you mano-a-mano!

[Allen Tice]

Originally Posted by Roger Slater

What are you talking about? I met Cantor. He's what? 27? Maybe 32, tops?

I am an old wuss. Younger farts beware.     

[T.S. Kerrigan]

These are awful parodies of Irish songs.


Kathleen

What promises poor Kathleen heard!
I'll take you home again, they said,
across the ocean wild and wide.
She learned they never meant a word;
and had no wish to take a bride
The blackguards sought her maidenhead.


The Stone Outside Dan Murphy's Door

There's a place in me bollocks that's hurting
I'm convinced it was absent before.
Irecall that I got it while flirting
On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door.