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Wordsworth and Coleridge are watching the Lakers game. They can’t get service at the crowded bar. Coleridge smiles and says to Wordsworth: “Lager, lager everywhere, and I can’t get a drink.” Wordsworth says to Coleridge: “I have pleurisy.
McSweeney’s Lists: Terrible Poetry Jokes. …So there’s someone else on the planet who reads poetry while constantly wondering what it conversationally stuck with said poet at a party. Nice to know.
