Truce, James Joyce?
James Joyce... today is the day I choose to forgive you. Or at least decide that you're not the devil for 24 hours in a desire to celebrate my own Irish roots.
My first attempt at a limerick (not dirty) to memorialize my experience with Ulysses... my version of the proverbial olive branch.
There once was a smart man from Dublin.
Whose words were so weird and confluffin'
The world together agreed
His work was a need
And years later Bear Allen was done-in.
Move over, Yeats! And Happy St. Paddy's Day!