My Own Private Bloomsday: The Feast of Bloomsday
The Feast of Bloomsday
What in the Hell is this feast called Bloomsday?
The heavenly day Ulysses takes place.
Bookworms binge Joyce and sing songs and cosplay,
But some taste a spice they pretend is base.
These prigs fall fast for Joyce’s smutty ploy,
And pig out on slutty jambalaya,
But miss out on the truth in his horse of Troy,
That Leopold Bloom’s the new Messiah.
Is this secret menu hidden in code
By vast planetary conspiracy?
It’s right there in the fifteenth episode.
Welcome to Dublin’s Illuminati.
So let the prigs belch their proverbs and psalms.
You know in your gut, they’re all peeping-toms.
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Happy to discover your site!! It’s a long time since I first discovered Joyce..plan to dive back in…