With apologies to WS
I am myself though, yet a true Sweetlove.
What's a Sweetlove? It's neither hand, nor foot,
Nor toe, nor any other naughtier part
Belonging to a being, sweet as moi.
What's in a name? That which we call a fart
By any other name would smell as great;
And so Edna would (were she not Edna called
But maybe Deidre or Albert Buttocks),
Retain that wondrous odour which she owns
Without the lovely Edna Sweetlove name.
Thus the word fart which is no intrinsic
Part of me is but a blow-off of wind.
Poetry by Edna Sweetlove
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 20:45
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Wind By Any Other Name Doth Smell The Same
Is my lovely name a misnomer then?I am myself though, yet a true Sweetlove.
What's a Sweetlove? It's neither hand, nor foot,
Nor toe, nor any other naughtier part
Belonging to a being, sweet as moi.
What's in a name? That which we call a fart
By any other name would smell as great;
And so Edna would (were she not Edna called
But maybe Deidre or Albert Buttocks),
Retain that wondrous odour which she owns
Without the lovely Edna Sweetlove name.
Thus the word fart which is no intrinsic
Part of me is but a blow-off of wind.
Poetry by Edna Sweetlove
Read 812 times
Written on 2006-10-05 at 20:45
Tags Parody Wind Humour
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