Poetry

Jeeves and Hysteria

  Jeeves and Hysteria “Doctor, Doctor, you have to help me out.” “Certainly, which way did you come in?” for the longest time I thought myself Jeevesian- at the beck and call of every pretty little thing with a pulse butler to her stars righter of wrongs unflappable, omnipresent, imperturbable Put upon Put upon Put… Continue reading Jeeves and Hysteria