If Poetry Is The Conscience Of The World. . . This Poetry Is The Conscience Of Rev. Victoria Weinstein's U*U World. . .

I feel like I hit the jackpot.
Vicky Weinstein is clearly a crackpot.

In Peacebang's Sabbatical Saunterings
Read Rev. Victoria Weinstein's mutterings. . .

If only *I* could figure out how to
persuade her keyboard to stop doing freaky things.

I mean, how much more wonderful could this trip get?
And yet it turns out that Peacebang's all wet. . .

Starting tomorrow there will be readings,
Cultural activities and free concerts,
On the blog every day.

I'm over the moon.
Peacebang's a loon.

Did I hear Peacebang yelp
¡Ayudeme!?

Peacebang needs help?
Surely not from me. . .