An Ode to FOB
Master Fob, in complete disregard for the facts,
writes passionate prose about men's lower backs.
Thmazing's art prose is a little mature,
but still . . . erudite? Oh, let's face it--obscure.
The Queen (when she writes) gives us words for the ages
from the minds of young girls or her own journal pages.
Melyngoch writes about girls' hearts on a shelf
who are morally troubled, a lot like herself.
Jeph's intimate knowledge of Melyngoch's neck
was enough to keep praise of his writing in check.
Tolkien Boy, to demonstrate who wears the pants,
writes fairy tale spoofs and comedic romance.
editorgirl quips from the papers she grades
and writes stirring poetry on shoulder blades.
The Marchioness's heroines are witty and chic,
and she brings us the first part of a novel each week.
The Straight Friend of Petra of prose quite chaotic
once said, "I'm attempting to be homoerotic."
EKB, an editor, still shines the most
when he writes on the Fobsters (hint, hint) or Ms. Post.
But Petra, perhaps, shines the best through the pall,
and firmly avoids bringing writing at all.
writes passionate prose about men's lower backs.
Thmazing's art prose is a little mature,
but still . . . erudite? Oh, let's face it--obscure.
The Queen (when she writes) gives us words for the ages
from the minds of young girls or her own journal pages.
Melyngoch writes about girls' hearts on a shelf
who are morally troubled, a lot like herself.
Jeph's intimate knowledge of Melyngoch's neck
was enough to keep praise of his writing in check.
Tolkien Boy, to demonstrate who wears the pants,
writes fairy tale spoofs and comedic romance.
editorgirl quips from the papers she grades
and writes stirring poetry on shoulder blades.
The Marchioness's heroines are witty and chic,
and she brings us the first part of a novel each week.
The Straight Friend of Petra of prose quite chaotic
once said, "I'm attempting to be homoerotic."
EKB, an editor, still shines the most
when he writes on the Fobsters (hint, hint) or Ms. Post.
But Petra, perhaps, shines the best through the pall,
and firmly avoids bringing writing at all.
2 Comments:
But who does wear the pants?
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I wear pants.
Not to day, mind you, but often.
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