always on those yang's lady generals

"He made pantries Of Vaux and Arden And the village gentry's Kitchen-garden. Fruits within yards Were his staples; He drank whole vineyards From Rome to Naples, Then went to Brittany For the cider. He could sit any Horse, a rider Outstripping Cheiron's Canter and gallop. Pau's environs The pubs of Salop, Wells and Bath inns Shared his pleasure With taverns of Athens..."

And there's an even more technically brilliant variation of this, which is exemplified in McGinley's "Lesson for Beginners." I'm going to transcribe the whole poem, because (though it's a bit glib), I have rarely found its equal for marrying verve and musicality to keeping on topic and not wandering into rhyme for rhyme's sake.

LESSON FOR BEGINNERS by Phyllis McGinley

Martin of Tours, When he earned his shilling Trooping the flags Of the Roman Guard, Came on a poor, Aching and chilling Beggar in rags By the barracks yard. Blind to his lack, The Guard went riding. But Martin a moment Paused and drew The coat from his back, His sword from hiding, And sabered his raiment Into two.

No one, *ever*, tried to persuade me to transition.

Queer Wanderings through the Other Germany and the Anti-Nazi Underworld

https://crimethinc.com/QueerWanderings

A thriving gay underground existed in Germany before the rise of the Third Reich. Some of the participants went on to carry out some of the fiercest resistance to the Nazis.

My illustrations the most based poem about tigers by Nael, age 6

Lesser mouse-deer Tragulus kanchil