James Joyce and Samuel Clemens sit at Rough
Rest while the Laurels of Wackos Fructify
themselves on Fat Pay Checks and Unusually
Irrelevant Emphases on Matters of Fact.
While all Good Joyce Scholars are Denied Access
to his Papers. His none too Smart Grandson
gives Access to Tickety-Tack Hacksters
Oh! That he could Rest Comfortably
knowing he Lost his Eyesight and Daughter
to Lunacy...Nah! Moderns Luv Toilets!
Wry Clemens too dedicated his Soul
that we would look back and...Ah ah Poor Boys!
With Scholars like this fondling their Nutsacks!
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.