Publisher's Synopsis
Booklet of Poetry 111 picks up where 1 & 11 left off. All in all I have 110 poems at your disposal, 34 here, dear. Let's be clear. I do swear. I do fear. I do care. As for what I wear; Nothing. Hey that's something that I bring Reed. I seem to have a pathological need to rhyme and although it's not a crime it can be a grind. Since I'm tired and not wired I'm ready to retire this gist. Before I do let me send you a kiss. It's on my list! Hall and Oates give us quotes! Medieval moats? Gross! Dead water. Not even fit for a martyr. Dysentery. Pray to Mother Mary. Hurry! Let me scurry away and save this for another day. But I'm doing it now and I won't be able to browse later, dragon slayer. So just read and let me feed you few who can be entertained by the consummate non-Jew. Me!
