Here is a little piece of nonsense verse that I composed earlier this year.
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The Sad Saturnian
I saw a sad Saturnian
On Saturday in the park
His eyes buzzed bright and furry
In the wrinkling, twinkling dark
His squid hands held a juniper branch
Which he swallowed like a Thomistic whale
He murmured forth a yellow bank of turtles
Then told a dismally sweet and languid tale
If he had been a cat from Venus
Or even a caribou from Mars
We might have let him taste the bitter lichens
That fell from certain grim and mountainous stars
As it was, he gurgled, then laughingly eluded us
Warbling along the ridiculous brook
His echoing gray name he never left us
But left us with a sad and Saturnish look
Steven Holland
March 13, 2013
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