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This poem is especially for the husband of a cousin of mine. He is suffering from health problems and I hope this will cheer him up. He, of course, takes porridge for breakfast every day.


I am a fan of all things Oulipean and I have written my first acronymic poem:



On Seeing a Lady’s Garter
Why blush, dear girl, pray tell me why?
You need not, I can prove it;
For though your garter met my eye,
My thoughts were far above it.