About that pickled finger . . .

Hi everyone,

Lest you think I’m not working hard enough at goo foffing, I offer this token of evidence.

With apologies to Omar Khayyam

(His version)
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

(Mine)
The Pickled Finger wrote; and, having writ,
Realized: Red Wine had dulled its Wit,
Nor its sobriety could change a Line,
Nor all its tears wash out a Word of it.

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