Brevity is the soul of pith. Oranges, too
are lousy with it - the pith, I mean to be brief
but if
by miniscule bits and wisps you pluck
you could brew and infuse a wit
imbued by such bitter and tricksy
fits (wit's a class of beer, I believe
with punchy snoot, some say it's
legit), But fuck, let me have a sip!
Bottoms down. Cheers up!
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Tuesday, December 08, 2020
pithwit
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