From your pedantic uncle.

With reference to my post of 28th December last
(Homage or insult to Miss S.)
Gertrude Stein's alleged poem, Pigeons on the grass, alas!
has almost-imperceptibly more meaning
if you imagine that the aforementioned birds were close to a notice:

or, since she spent so much time in Paris:

I might be wrong about this,
but she certainly published a recipe for Hashish Fudge in 1954.

Peduncle Wofl