“The ancient dance evoked by her poetic muse stubbornly balked at springing from her limbs…”
(Reportedly muttered under his breath, when asked for an assessment of a poet’s work.)
Happy New Year!
Ever may your own sarcasm reign amongst the pithiest of it’s kind, and never subjected to… to the eccentricities of… of… you know…
Yeah – I got nothin’.
You’re on your own…