My Own Private Ulysses: On the Menu at Sweny’s Pharmacy II
Read the sawed-off sonnet that is the prequel to today’s poem here.
On the Menu at Sweny’s Pharmacy II
Bless Sweny’s Pharmacy for these thy gifts,
And give us this day our daily James Joyce.
The meal’s Ulysses, but the menu shifts.
Whatever you crave, there’s always a choice.
As long as it’s Joyce, Chef Murphy will cook:
German, Italian, Portuguese, Spanish.
Whatever your tongue, he has the right book.
With Murphy in charge, Joyce will not vanish.
Your mouth muscle does many a duty:
Tasting, talking, lapping up, making out,
Versatilities are flings of beauty.
Even though flavors are sensed in your snout.
And don’t sweat it if your tongue lacks the scope,
Work a different muscle and buy some soap.
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