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“Sailing on the Railing:

Gloria Monday, bright and merry,

Climbed aboard the Brighton ferry

And crossed the storm-tossed Bay of Fundy.

A rugged crossing, tossing, turning,

Left poor Glory’s stomach churning.

Oh, sick transit, Gloria Monday.”

The Best of the World’s Worst Poetry: 20 Very Odd Years of Outfrontery, by Doug Robarchek (Main Street Rag; $14; now available)

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