Remember this? Probably not, but I've just come up with a brilliant throwaway line for the early part of the as yet unwritten column, when the narrator is still uncomfortable with the subject matter of his paramour's poetry, to wit:
Even disregarding the subject matter, I couldn't shake the feeling that the poems, well, weren't especially good. Not that I'd call it "doggerel", exactly—more like "cockerel". Only I didn't feel like crowing.
I figure if I can write 2000 words maintaining that level of quality there's no way the result will be turned down.
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