Radio

Here is another haiku from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) that was not published in his lifetime, and is not available on The Eldritch Dark, so here's the full text:

When I heard the singer bawl
I thought he had swallowed his cocktail-cherries
Tooth-picks and all.

This short poem feels like the author having a bit of fun after hearing a musical broadcast that didn't really capture his fancy.  It's a minor work at best, and at least CAS had the decency not to name the unfortunate crooner!