Rare Souls Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Rare Souls



Such senseless couplets prove to boot
much pointless comment down the chute

Four hundred years since 'Souls' was writ
no proof has offered, not one whit
Wit wanting sense can prove no point
'tis pointless small-talk none anoint,
flat-footed fals into the pit -
while butlers' jobs are out of joint.

9 August 2021 after Samuel Butler


THEIR SOULS

The souls of women are so small,
that some believe they've none at all.

Samuel BUTLER 1612_1680

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