But I can spit

January 29, 2007

You may enjoy this little poem by Auden.

I have no gun but I can spit

Some thirty inches from my nose
The frontier of my Person goes,
And all the untilled air between
Is private pagus or demesne.
Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes
I beckon you to fraternize,
Beware of rudely crossing it:
I have no gun, but I can spit.

So back off, pardner!

Dave, feeling a little wierd this morning.

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