August 12, 2018
Their work was so strong in the summer haze during those four long ten hour days.
And all throughout each season’s change,
they often would pout but did arrange
to trim the ever errant trees
whilst working for utilities!
Phillip Roth died this past May;
not so snide, we’d have to say.
Racy, droll, and so exciting,
we all extoll the late Roth’s writing.
Some say it wasn’t without taint;
to wit: the brash Portnoy’s Complaint,
it hit the lust-bone and its nerve,
with carnal tone, lascivious verve.
So if reincarnation is his friend,
Roth with surely be back again.