There will be a swallow, A gulp or galumph, A hitch in the blink; Perhaps a harrumph. The left hand’s important, Or maybe the right. The gaze is too loose, Or was it too tight? Over-specifics, Unasked-for details; Changing the subject: That one  never fails. Defense against lies: Your loins you must gird. But if … Continue reading A Terrible Poem That Actually Rhymes For Once