My Own Private Ulysses: A Gorgonzola Sandwich Sonnet
Ah, I’m hungry.
He entered Davy Byrne’s. Moral pub. He doesn’t chat. Stands a drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me once.
– Ulysses, James Joyce
A Gorgonzola Sandwich Sonnet
Go and “Get a light snack in Davy Byrne’s.”
Nice quiet bar. Nicely planed. A moral pub,
An abode of bliss to forget concerns.
So be like Bloom, order his relished grub.
“Cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?”
And Burgundy, a good glass, to lubricate.
Don’t wolf chomp. Linger like Bloom when you chew,
Smooths things out when it’s time to defecate.
“Like a few olives too if they had them.”
But unlike Bloom’s, today’s globes are of the grape.
No oysters, please. Unsightly clots of phlegm.
But feety cheese from this plate you will scrape.
Thank Joyce for the sandwich Gorgonzola!
Bloom could have liked gluten-free granola.
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