“Raucous auk, a squawk to talk, the squawk auks talked, squawked to talk
” I don’t have it exactly. I don’t know why, I don’t know why, something pulls other things. But I just get such a kick out of language. I put myself to sleep doing anagrams and palindromes and play with words and what is it?
What is the thing that Lear wrote? The form with the five limericks. I have a huge body of limericks. I used to write double duck dills when that was something that I think William Cole, a wonderful anthologist, invented. And so I love light verse and I always think I was born in the wrong time. I should have been a contemporary of Phyllis McGinley or Dorothy Parker and then there would have been these magazines that I could have published in. But now there aren’t so many outlets.
