Lit'Rature

I just love to read the classics. Those ancient books — jurassics with perfumed words which sing like birds of import’ance and drastics The British, of course, get most raves of all the fine writers in graves with class distinctions which need extinctions and hoards of most colorful knaves Then there’s the new kids on the block Americans, learning to walk prone to mimic those inimic finding their own way to talk What about all of the rest? Those most ignored in the west. Give me a few years some naps and some beers and I’ll report on the best.