If you like poetry and related news-y things, you should read Malcolm Davidson's excellent dumbfoundry, where today he excerpts from A Wodehouse Miscellany that worthy's exposition on the alarming spread of poetry. Let me whet your appetite:

In life I was the village smith,
I worked all day
But
I retained the delicacy of my complexion
Because
I worked in the shade of the chestnut tree
Instead of in the sun
Like Nicholas Blodgett, the expressman.
I was large and strong
Because
I went in for physical culture
And deep breathing
And all those stunts.
I had the biggest biceps in Spoon River.