The Devil's Pleasure Garden
A restored limerick told me in fragments by a Hydra bartender W.H. Auden recited it to:
Said the king to the queen, We do frown on
Your getting in bed with your crown on.
We lie there in fear
If the points come too near
We’ll be gored when we’re being gone down on.
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Bad poet, screamingly funny novelist, impossibly probing playwright, seductive filmmaker, writer of blog
The Devil’s Pleasure Garden
Robert MacLean, his brief history
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