At an imaginary university a hypothetical student
Has begun, is deeply into, has decided not to start
An intensive study of my oeuvre. In an attempt to learn
Something, Sparafucile the assassin has been contacted
Through a fictional room-mate's ouija board.
The student asks how Sparafucile and I met
And whether he, at least, likes the poems
I write about him. Unfortunately, he's never looked at them;
But dimly remembers reading and not much liking
A long something that involved Verlaine's unborn brothers
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