…words are attractive on more than one level. Sometimes they express the familiar, the whiff of something, someone, somewhere that you know, or they captivate you in an unusual manner, hold you by the seat of your polyester pants, grab you by your thin belt loops and yank your pink underwear up the crack of your butt. Or, sometimes they just do this.
Your words cracked me up, Tracy ;^) While we’re on the subject, you might appreciate this reinterpretation of The Wasteland (read the comments).
I suppose this explains the term: butt of all jokes. 🙂
(I never thought Eliot anything but…)