‘Twas the night ‘fore Bloomsday when in a house,
A public house, I sipped Guinness with care,
Wondered why Zoe calls Bloom Tittlemouse,
When a jolly gent flipped through pages there.
“Bloomsday Journal?” I asked, fast as The Flash.
“My verse is inside,” from his droll mouth came,
With a wink gave it like a pageant sash.
His songs’ dear subjects, I recalled by name!
Prancing Buck! Dancing Prof! Gerty, you Vixen!
So, why’d Ulysses cause such a clatter?
Because snug, settled brains, Joyce blitzed in,
And showed love’s the heart of life’s laughing matter.
Now dash off to Dublin, his book’s true site.
Happy Bloomsday! And to all a good flight!
"Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison’s."
- Ulysses, James Joyce
Today’s Twice-Baked Ezraku:
In the Gullet of Lestrygonians #1
The Chinese curry at Charles 3’s Asian fusion:
Josie Powell scent & jampuff steam of Bloom’s aromatic confusion.
In the Gullet of Lestrygonians #2
The rolypolies & pastries of Harrison’s:
Sham Samaritans, man-munching inverse vegetarians.
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"Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch… among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon’s"
- Ulysses, James Joyce
Another pair of Time-Telescoping Ezraku:
In the Mouth of Lestrygonians #1
The new-shoe smell of sneakers for basketball:
Fresh fruit flavor of a Confectioners Hall.
In the Mouth of Lestrygonians #2
Pineapple and butterscotch at Lemon’s & Co:
A giant cannibal’s grisly, human gyro.
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Same tasty time, same chewy channel.