First lines of poems and no further or, ending at the beginning or, augh! or, . . .
“When my propane ran out”
“The drunk mechanic is happy to be in the ditch”
‘Should the vultures eat forget-me-nots?”
“I was living in a bowl of soup”
“Your wooden leg stood beside the bed”
“It was following me so I killed it”
“I despise the guys who are spies in disguise”
“Detachedly eying his severed hand”
“There once was a square, such a little square”
“The leaves from the tired trees blocked the drains”
“Where the hell am I?”
“Diem Sin Foo will mary you Madame LeFarge”
“When like the moon your face arose”
