To Whom it May Concern, or, Shall I Say, Interest, Concerning the Following
Topic, Verily:

Attention: Professor Josh Kensington
Re: Extant Poetic Alexandrian mss.

Dear Professor Kensington:

The following item was found on a manuscript, which was recovered amongst the burnt rubble of the Library at Alexandria (LA), by a rather rotund, yet strangely and startlingly compelling baboon who had escaped from the Alexandria Zoo. I was able to persuade him to turn over the ms. to the good of science with a banana. It appears to be a poem, written in the style typical of Homer (Homer Thibodeaux of Crowley) or perhaps even Platonic (Plato Guidry of Ville Platte):

My dear Bernise, the pecking of the bird,
Which sits upon the tree, I do believe,
It is an oak; in any case the fowl
Is what we call a woodpecker you see.

In any case the pecking of this bird,
Who searches deep for grubs or worms for food,
The sweetset pecking I have ever heard,
Oh wait, did I say grubs? Nay, for her brood...

...She picks only the worms, or if perchance,
An insect might reside under the bark,
Then she will pick that too, for happenstance,
Doth dictate that her chicks need food, it's dark!

In any case, as I was saying 'fore,
The pecking of this woodpecker, so sweet,
Can barely match the sweetness, which is your',
For verily, I say, my dear Bernise.

The poem is signed, but water damage has eradicated all of the name but the
last 14 letters, which read zxceskowszxcky. The most like candidate seems to
be a certain Professor Azxceskowszxcy, well known among the Victorians for
his absurd poems which ranted on and on in iambic pentameter, never seeming
to approach the subject to which he aspired, for he was obsessive about
describing the dietary habits of various fowl and other fauna, and somehow
managed to speak of a bird in every poem. Your thoughts, I pray?

Sincerely,
Lord Sir Nigel H. Picklesworth, Esq.