I've added another poem to Madame Jillinghoff's Bedroom Rhymes. This one's called "Two Cherry Pies," and you can guess what it's about. In fact, I think, the whole enterprise has degenerated into an exercise in coming up with clever metaphors for a certain part of the anatomy. First there was the kitty's nose. Now this.
After a weekend of versifying, I'm feeling somewhat bleary-eyed. I think this may be it for a while.
Also finished reading The Real Mother Goose before bed last night. Damn that broad could write.