Tosh Bosh

Written 19??

               A Pome by Blank Frailty

               Ah, Passion, like a voice - that buds!

               With many thorns...that sharply stick:

               Recalls to me the longing of our bloods...

               And - makes my wearied heart requick! ...

               Arcadia

               by Head Balledup

               O give me the life of the Village,

                   Uninhibited, free, and sweet.

               The place where the arts all flourish,

                   Grove Court and Christopher Street.

               I am sick of the old conventions,

                   And critics who will not praise,

               So sing ho for the open spaces,

                   And aesthetes with kindly ways.

               Here every bard is a genius,

                   And artists are Raphaels,

               And above the roofs of Patchin Place

                   The Muse of Talent dwells.