Clemency Maintained

Clement grew potent, got caught in the moment.

He swelled out his monument—started to foment—

As Ms. Clement donned an erotical garment.

He: “Quotients of marriage are my just emolument.

“My seeds need to vomit a certain emollient.”

She: “Don’t froth so, dear—for me it’s a condiment.”

Zederess – Zed or Ess?


A question that’s novelly dry, sir:

Is the “s” to be soft in T. Dreiser?

                   Or should it be “z”?

                   Conundrum to me

That spurs me to drink down Budweiser.