I thought I'd post this little ditty here at the end of this amazing month in more honor of that amazing author himself, Mr. James Joyce. I hope you get as much delight from it as I did.
By M.J. McManus
I might write clotted nonsense
By strenuous endeavor,
And make the puzzled critics
Ejaculate, "How clever!"
I could, like Mr. Joyce,
Confound the prim reviewer
If my timid nose would let me
Dive headlong into a sewer.
But my work is undistinguished,
And my royalties are lean,
Because I never am obscure,
And not at all obscene.
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