My Own Private Ulysses: ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP

I claimed the Daughters’ of Erin twelve prayers       

Entitle the Odyssey episodes.                          

A voice said nope, one of those prickly pears,             

With Wandering Soap, your weak claim implodes.        

Bloom’s the wanderer. Does this need proving?         

Greek by Joyce, the Jew by bigoty Buck.               

And that lemon soap never stops moving                

‘Round Bloom’s pockets. Their bond isn’t by luck.

But your soap’s gone from the library scene.          

Your theory’s a product of derangement.               

Sure, but Erin’s Daughters polished it clean,         

With their keen retrospective arrangement.            

Joyce did not splatter the wall with flung shit.      

He made puzzles. We make the pieces fit.

Stay tuned for more spotless sonnets.

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