I am informed by certain meddling Escondidan bloggers that today is Blog Poetry Day. Not wanting to miss out on a chance to share my favorite verses with you, my faithful readers, allow me to present the most sublime rhyming couplet in the history of poetry:

The end had come, and this was it;
He dropped her in the flaming pit.

That’s from Edward Gorey’s “The Disrespectful Summons.” I actually first encountered it in the InvisiClues hint book for Zork III, and it’s just stuck with me ever since.
If I were pressed to come up with a second-favorite bit of poetry, I might submit the lyrics to “I Hate My Generation” by the band Cracker:

I hate my generation
I offer no apologies
I hate my generation, yeah
I hate my generation
I pick it up and I threw it away
I hate my generation now (repeat a bunch of times)

Profound. Not that I really feel that way about my fellow Gen-Xers (am I a Gen-Xer? I never did figure that out)–and if I did, present company would of course be excluded.

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