one day the poet Herodia br of ancient Pincaeia br found in the garden br a note thrown in over the wall: br br dear poet br do not sing us of unpleasant things; br do not make us think: br sing us of love instead br a poem about a kiss is far easier to read br (some sex would make it even more memorable) br and poems on light matters br are better on one’s brains br rather than a poem br where one has to ponder over things br br and the poet Herodia br of ancient Pincaeia br from then on br was never heard of; br nor, for that matter, br was ever Pincaeiabr br Raj Arumugambr br