My current project (with Omar Pol and Hartmut Hoft) involves an object that fits in a corner, technically an encoignure. I wrote the following poem to show how to pronounce it.

     Bad Furniture
     N. J. A. Sloane

The wardrobe has lost a lobe,
The blender has gone on a bender,
The pouf is rather uncouth,
The armoire is not for moi,
The icebox is full of rocks,
The credenza has influenza,
And worst of all,
The encoignure is full of manure.


December 27 2020