Last night I read a few more of Madam Jillinghoff's Bedroom Rhymes at our city's Erotic Literary Salon. Frumpy Dumpy and Misty McGuffin seemed to get the biggest laughs of thhe evening, and this morning, on the group's webpage, a regular said I stole the show. In all honesty, though, the energy level in the room was lower than usual - because of the weather, many of the readers who signed up did not attend - and it might just be my brand of silliness stood out more in context.
One of the other readers introduced us to a new word, which I have worked into my first new rhyme in months.
I have also posted Chapter Six of The Saint Agnes Passion. It's short, but it deals with a longtime fantasy, and it got me off.