Now. Tell me how much I am to respect
the Prince of Orange. In that fine-spun prose
that fine-spun rosy prose.
How sheen it is! (Talk of dopey Raggedy Ann
hanging from a peg is talk
stained purple from sour grapes.
So they say.) What a fine ring
(or is it twang?) the word “frivolous”
About dead Arthur. Who knows but I
that he loved licorice and
Not you swell fellows and girls no no
Nor you swell girls and fellows.
Gilbert Sorrentino, The Orangery, p. 57