I dreamed Teddy Roosevelt was there
when the women resorted in the monastery.
They were dancing with the relics,
tossing the coals on which St. Lawrence was toasted,
flicking the toe-nail parings of St. Edmund,
pilfering the penknife of St. Thomas and wearing his boots.
And I was there, too,
when TR offered all the ladies
the skills for the morning headache.
Thursday, March 03, 2011
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