12-Wednesday, May 25, 1983
At a Kafka costume party, Katie bid
On the costume of a bug. In Katie slid.
But that costume Katherine, Eden,
Sheffield out from her frenzied feedin’
And got stuck in it for life, poor katydid.
Thus in that costume tight was Katie hidden.
She schemed escape but who was Katie kidden?
Sheffield at home in her chrysalid
Where what she wanted to, katydid,
And what she didn’t want to, katydidden.
This poetry is posted by Bob's daughter, Heather...and on rare occasions by Bob himself. Please note that most poetry gets added retroactively. This can no doubt be confusing for readers, but is better for historical accuracy!
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