Tuesday, April 1, 2008

April 1, 2008

Calvin Trillin:

When it came to poetry, my father was not an absolutist. Pie was his favorite subject for a couplet, but every three or four weeks he would write about something else—perhaps a couplet like

“’Eat your food,’ gently said Mom to little son Roddy.
‘If you don’t, I will break every bone in your body.’”

The next day he would be back to pies --

“Mrs. Trillin’s pecan pie, so nutritious and delicious
Will make a wild man mild and a mild man vicious.”

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