Kent Johnson has had his 15 minutes. Let's never speak of him again. My Kangaroo lives. Here's a super deluxe good poem to get things back on track:
Shave That Doughnut For You, Lady?
(For Slim Dubious)
Sixteen words inspired by a gopher divided twenty three by four and invented the sestina.
How did it happen?
No one knows for sure.
Some speculate that the same freaks that turned a trapeze artist into a chicken were involved.
Others consider that Mary Oliver was to blame.
No matter: special heptarians only breed frantic disassociation.
I'm still not bleeding cactus juice, however.