Lacking the Three Glass Knobs

Today in what I can't talk about, here, have instead: I subscribe to the neighborhood listserv, don't read 99 of a 100 posts, the ones about lost dogs and cats and requests for recommendations for doctors and dentists, but this subject line, FREE KNOBS, caught my attention. I opened it:

I have an assortment of knobs free for the taking:

6 brushed nickel and frosted pink glass (~1 inch diameter)
5 white wood (~1 inch diameter)
14 pewter cup pulls (~3 inches across)
11 round pewter knobs - these match the above cup pulls (~1 inch diameter)

Let me know if you can use them and I'll set them out for you.

Fine metaphors abound, including but not limited to I'm not used to being offered knobs but having them thrust upon me by knobs, neither the knobs offered or the knobs thrusting brushed silver or pewter or frosted pink glass. Als0 to0? Shoot me.

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THE EMPEROR OF ICE CREAM

Wallace Stevens

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.