To your poet's corner go and sit,

    Give me no puns crap,

You with your hapless rhyme,

    You, Wesley S. Kime,

Sit there until you get over it,

    You in your dunce cap.



Shakespeare of olden

      Days would be OK,

But I’d rather be an Ogden Nash

      Any old day.



Sometimes I chuck the meter;

Sometimes I stow the rhyme;

Sometimes I don't remember either --

But I always think sublime!



This has been one of those doggerel days,

Rhymes ‘n puns a poppin’ all  over the place.

Nothing profound, nothing really to say,

Just amblin' along with iambic throwaways.


On those not so brainy days

When my head's ensconced in haze,

I’m good for

Doodling dotty ditty doggerels,

Not much more.



This poet’s mind is a fumarole,

A sphinceterless open os,

Ejaculating meter rhythm rhyme.

I could sooner rein in my libido

Than all this dithyrambic floss.

That's easy to say in Octogenariancy,

           In youth it was a toss.



My lines may reek of hyperbola

But are sterile, no enterococci or ebola.

Of leaden style

They’ll never go viral.




Senseless syntax maketh poetry poetic.

Double meanings or none whatsoever.

But simple sense it maketh hardly ever.

Me it maketh apoplectic and apologetic.



O The way you know it's posy and isn’t prose,

O my groaning soul, is by all those groaning “Os.”



Now then, O ye students,

A balloon is mainly air, that’s all that’s in it,

A poem is composed of mostly O’s and Oh’s,

A poem’s breath, those cheery circular mutants,

Oh, but what rules rule for O or Oh?

O Who knows!  Oh, Just wing it.



O and Oh, O forsooth and Oh, alas,

Neither O nor Oh today get ohs and ahs,

With luck a yawn, not even laughs,

Nor groans, no snorts, just token guffaws.



Breathes there a poet

Who doesn’t blow it

By always rhyming “fungus”

With, here it comes, “Among us”?




O Maudlin Madelyn, O how long,

Must you drone, groan, bemoan,

Coming on O so strong

About your Chronic Fatigue Syndro-o-o-ome?



Oh, you can have your pastry,

 You can have your pesta pasta,

 And keep your Pudding Hasty.

 Just give me tit without the pasty.



Oh let us compose a sunny sonnet

To the mammary sonogram,

Exonerating of malignancy the protuberance

Otherwise viewed with horny exuberance.



The devil made one serpent speak.

 The Lord made Balaam’s ass sass.

 But Disney makes all fur squeak.

 Peace and quiet, it couldn’t last.



Even if ye knew the word from it ye’d shy away,

That’s OK for so did Hemingway.

Eons ago it had its day, and so has Hemingway.

But stick it in I would if I could -- Welladay!



From the same old same old mold

Is cast every last channel of TV news

And all the gestures, voices, hair-dos

Of every last channel’s newshens,

Endless round of round table nuisance.



The vegan assumes

All health accrues from prunes.

when reality resumes,

It's runs to bathrooms.



It’s easy to assume

The peanut’s a nut; it’s naught

But an indurated legume.


I'll bet you assume

The peanut is a nut,

But it’s not, you clot.

It’s legume, you Loony Tune.



Cauliflower and elderflower

    Are beaten and eaten,

Fettuccini plaited and plated,

Potatoes abraded and flayed,

A radish relished,

A turnip urped.

A beet you eat with meat.

Mushrooms may be

    Exhumed and consumed.

But what is the use

    Of couscous?



Of all doggies Sonja knows a caboodle,

    Especially poodles,

But nothing of a noble foreign dog,

By pedigree King Charles Cavalier,

    This she learned from Google:

He's just a commoner spaniel over here.



Sticks and stones may break my bones

And jibes and diatribes abrade my hide.

Painful to my body parts, all such trauma.

But worse, the agony of CareObama.



Al Gore, he is an algorism

Al Gore’s an allegory

       Of demagorguery.

Al Gore the Matador.

Al Gore I’m not especially for.



Wisdom for the pragmatist,

“Leave well enough alone,”

Is to the activist

Wisdom quite unknown.



Virtual bells!

Virtual bells!

Virtual all the way.

Oh what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse virtual sleigh!



Postmodernism is that slaphappy continent

Built on tectonic plates of colliding rubber.

All is relative, fifty iffy shades of gray.

Nothing is here to stay, feet of clay.

And nothing is true, fact is butter,

As leaky as a bladder gone incontinent.

Historic is gone, new is Queen for a Day.






















   POEMS Pomes • Poy-YUMS

                    Hallmark rejects...

SOROLLA Now about this Spanish portrait painter, Whose style is loose and not so daintier. This old guy, his name's Sorolla, Paints like a kid with a big Crayola. MARY HAD A LITTLE Mary had a little lamium, Its leaf was varigated. And everywhere that Mary went, She was always tailgated. [NOTE: Lamium is a kind of terrifyhingly fast-growing ground cover - wk] OMEN Behold, an Omen, that much is clear! But what’s the message I am meant to hear? Am I to make a detour, go around? Or head straight at it by leap and bound? GARY BLAZER How now Gary Frazier In you blue blazer, Dost thou promote health Or redistribute wealth? [Note: GovCare started way back. a/o now, I don't even remember who Gary Frazier was. Google is no help. wk] WHAT SAY MAGSAYSAY? "Oley! a Spanish flea!" What say, Hardy Magsaysay? "Oh say," quoth he, "Can't you see Yon swarthy, sweating Andulesian flea In flamenco shoes and puttee, Rounding the Horn, squaring the Malaysian Penninsulee, Milieu of malaise, mayonnaise, and ennui And muck? Aboard the Atcheson, Topeka, and Sante Fe, Aweigh, awash, awry, astray, Amok? Three fine galleons and buckets of Brie, Are we in luck or whut!" A HERMENEUTIC VALENTINE Will you my valentine be, My pretty little snuggle pea? Does your tender little ear Sweet nothings want to hear? Then sweetly do I sigh Of planet legislated green, Of heaven's grace sans guilt, Of evolution theistic. And if all that you buy, all that gruel, Kiss me quick, you fool. FAUNA and SPRIGS OF FLORA HOMAGE TO OGDEN NASH DO NOT MOLEST THE MOLLUSK Do not molest the mollusk's husk, Else the scallop get up and gallop Fast away on slug's legs, to fuss. PSYCHOTHERPAY Now that we have it peeled, That avocado has been healed Of a serious tendency to withdraw into itself. We may yet preserve that fruit's mental health, If someone doesn't squash it first. So much for social plans however well rehearsed. TERRITORIAL CLAIMS Oh say can you see How Nature’s critters stake a territorial claim. One kind raises its hind leg to pee, Another its beak to sing. THE EEL The eel was built to feel A lot because he's got A long electric keel! The eel is a metaphor. You know what it stands for. COCCIDIOIDIES IMMITIS You should be aware of this Of the Coccidioides immitis: His arthrospores, by a quirk of fate, Are quite quick to disarticulate. Thus weak in structural integrity, It's strong in pathogenicity. SLUG Do not confuse the slug With a beetle or a bug. A beetle's armored with a chitinous kettle and a bug is similarly equipped, but the slug's a blob of mostly spittle, Like what's hawked up in postnasal drip. BRIGADE OF BAGETELLES Trained brigade of tanned ants in khaki pants Marching column right and column left, Eyes eyes eyes-right, eyes-left Eyes dull dots black dots like comedos Microscopic mandibles clank to close, Thighs the size of hairs, Everywhere the thighs, the feet, they tramp, Chants from little brittle throats: O we are a brigade of bagetelles Dispatched to disproportionate hells. PUN WITH THE OTTER I'm glad the playful otter has such fun Cavorting, slipping, sliding all over the place. My delight amends for being Otterly prone to otter puns, Like, you otter know the otter's daughter From otter space. Was there ever a poem about the otter That didn’t rhyme him “oughter”? If of the otter you must compose a pome, Please leave the oughter alone. SNORT AND CAVORT The porpoise and the pig Are both pretty big. One likes to wallow and snort, The other cavort. WHAT'S THE PORPOISE OF IT ALL? The tortoise and porpoise may sound alike But they aren’t, not quite. BUT NOT THE POSSUM To Victorians, oh so poetically overwrought, The very rose and every furry beastie With beauty and sublimity were fraught, But not the possum. Even when feeling especially yeasty Victorians saw the possum as naught But a plodding parsnip, hardly awesome. SENSIBLE CAT Sensible cat, full of frisk and fizz, He’s as physical as a cat can get. But his sensible slogan is, Never stand when you can sit. WHALE WHALE HUMPBACK WHALE Humpback whale, humpback whale Some want laws to save it. I just like to say it. Humpback humpback humpback Whale whale humpback whale. KRILL THRILL The humpback whale Is hardly your food-frenzied male. His jaws propped open agape, He simply plows on through the seascape Engulfing tons of plankton and krill at will, That we’d dismiss as swill. Shouldn’t the humpback whale’s sheer bulk, Make him Captain Scary Hulk? But to our disbelief, relief, surprise He doesn’t pick on anybody his own size, There aren’t any anyhows. Furthermore his style is ballet blasé. On his lazy side he glides, sashays, and plows On through the seascape With mouth propped agape, Internalizing plankton and oil spill swill And, going for the kill, Yawns in krill at will. An earthworm can engulf a cow Somehow, And doesn’t choke. But the hugest beast that floats Gulps sea gnats and motes. Makes no sense nohow. DEMOGRAPHICS Now then, what do you call a koala Prowling South Bend, Centralia, or Walla Walla, Not Australia, its evolutionary habitat? I’d call him homeless and a viable Democrat UNTITLED, TITLED QUICKIES A certain lib named Daschel T. Is easily deeply troubled. Just the thought of taxes undoubled Dashes Daschel's equanimity. \ For a terrifying lollapalooza, Nothing matches a mullah with moola. \ The media fudges, The Clintons spin. The //www. Drudges, Where’s the aspirin? \ Pick a little here, a little there; A little fear, a little snare. A little of this, a little of that. Pick of nit a little, a lot of gnat. \ When Hollywood mutilates his fiction No mere money subdues the author’s rages. When Hollywood mutilates all history The historian mere money easily assuages. \ There was an Indian chief named Kohchapoos Who to the Pilgrim’s first feast invited was, Forsoose. To him to sip the chardonnay they offered It never dawned. Instead he chugged his ethnic Kohchapoos Joy Juice. [I'm so old I remember L'il Abner and Kickapoo Joy Juice -wk] \ This month’s officialese is "paradigm." Frankly, my dear, I do not give a dime. \ Today my secretary wasn’t showing up. She was home pregnant throwing up \ In adverse events religionists old-time Always perceive retribution divine. \ Homosexuality has exited the closet To become, of media and pulpit, the sacred cosset. \ Once “one nation, indivisible.” Now, alas, immiscible. \ How highly rated is Amtrak? Slightly higher than anthrax. \ Silly putty, Silly puppy. No nice posy, Very silly poesy. \ Pith and plinth, Cheddar cheese blintz. \ In days of yore a cold was caught. In days of now, a cold is fought. \ ADVICE Best not schmooze A sleaze. You’ll sink into his ooze And catch his fleas. \ Never schmooze A sleaze. You’ll lose your shoes, Soul, and sleeves. \ MATH NEVER AND FOREVER I never ever could. And forever never can. \ DEMOGRAPHICS OF WIT He was nothing if not unremittingly witty, If not at home, in every subcommittee, Witty witty, overbearingly, unbearably. Please adjourn the wit and spare me. \ Over there at Religion Today [sic] Postmodern maturity is spread thick For relevance but hardly reverence, For harangued meringue, For whimsy, it’s the designated milieu Of the piously agnostic pulpit and pew. \ THE MENU There’s been no change of menu, Only what they bring you. Even the sprouts and tofu Don’t taste like they used to. \ Sir Lancelot Said “alas” a lot. \ In days of yore, Knights, kings, and nature Shared the milieu, With nary a “pueh!” Nits and gnats, This and thats, Things with stings, stinks, and wings In and out of noble armor crawled at will, And beds as well. Less of harmony with nature a manifestation, Than parasitic infestation. \ In days of yore a king with serf Would never mingle, But with bugs and worse, He was a Marxist liberal. \ A POET HE ISN'T AND DOESN'T KNOW IT My song none hum — O woe, I a poet unsung, He doth sob. An unstrung youth, A callow slob Is closer to the truth, Truth on a cob. \ My heir’s hair’s No longer there. Genes Are mean. BURMA SHAVE \ An honest man Takes his stand. A politician A position. BURMA SHAVE \ A pair of aphorisms I can't equate: "All things come to him who waits"; "He is lost who hesitates." \ BORN AGAIN Once that odd idea I would deride. Now with vengance it I ride. \ What if dogwood bark barked Like a dog would? But should dogwood bark bark Or should it bite? \ It's bad when dogs are rabid. Lovely when dogwoods are rampant. \ Give not one rip For what is widely said. Listen up quick If it’s wisely said. \ At movies, buttered popcorn; At TV, pizza is the pop norm. \ Of TV ‘tis wisely said, It is, for squelching talk, a curse. But if it fills up silence dead, TV’s much the lesser worse. \ The mad cow jumped over the moon, And danced away with the rabid raccoon. \ Of an addiction he was a victim, Alas he forgot the “lick ‘em“ And went with the "join 'em" dictum. \ Anent Lent: Fish dish \ You are what you eat; To a Modernist artist, You are what you excrete. \ The media diversity may extol, But of conformity and uniformity it is the very heart and soul .

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