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In the stye of my previous Tuesday's Redux, For Iris-2 and the others who used to dine here with me and Marianne Moore, guest of honor.

A Last Homage For Marianne Moore
..On the demise of her Roast Cafe 6/4/2007-

We await Monday's special du jour..
Per usual this rhymes with Marianne Moore..
In honor of She who must be obeyed..
I render her one last accolade.
Never again will she tender a seat
Or lamb or mutton on Pinsky's beat..
Marianne never tendered a boar..
Faux poetry she'd put out the door.

Marianne told me this restaurant will close
For lack of poems and well chilled prose..
The tables will move to seat her upstairs
With Lear and Pope and Milne's odd bears..
No more will she deign to check her hat
And join us on Tuesday's to chew the fat..
Since this became a Fast Food place..
Pinsky's Hack-Shack will live on in disgrace.

In this time of reform and corporate go-getters
We would be conundrums to serve our betters..
Free speech will be served in media's fetters
To adorn the hot plates of Editor's letters..
When Socrates died it was almost too late..
For again here speech must serve the State..
Alas Poor Yorick.. this graveyard's Slate.

So once again Marianne, I bid you 'Adieu.'
You came, you saw, you laughed and knew
The die was cast when Pinsky threw
The Muses out and brought in his crew;
He papered these walls with rabbit skin glue
To dine with Al Fresca on saccharine lite..
This kitchen is closed, no Moore delights.

Artemesia ©5/31/2007

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