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PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
Sunday, January 28, 2018
(RS) "Of all the luck! Here's Peter F**k..." The Twelve F**ks
Of all the luck!
Here's Peter F**k.
I'd ask him, "Wha-a-a-a-zup...?"
but Pete ain't one to talk.
Just FYI, the 12 f**ks are
Here's Peter F**k.
I'd ask him, "Wha-a-a-a-zup...?"
but Pete ain't one to talk.
Men dare not duck
the Law of F**k.
the Law of F**k.
Alas, it's the gas:
it's not fast; it's not thick.
it's not fast; it's not thick.
Half Jim, half Huck:
that's Barton F**k.
that's Barton F**k.
His film's gone unfathom'd,
some cineastes think.
some cineastes think.
To utter, "Things suck
at U. of F**k!"
at U. of F**k!"
may put all your
scholarship money at risk.
scholarship money at risk.
It ain't no duck,
Umberto's F**ke,
Umberto's F**ke,
just the darlingest doggie.
So: what's not to like!
So: what's not to like!
They strum and pluck
those tunes called 'f**k.'
those tunes called 'f**k.'
They inflame. They enrage.
They perturb. They provoke.
They perturb. They provoke.
Above the ruck-
us, Brother F**k.
us, Brother F**k.
He's a wizkint in Physics.
(We don't mean the jock.)
(We don't mean the jock.)
Tuck into your tuck,
but use your f**k.
but use your f**k.
(If it's pigeon breast,
best requisition a spork.)
best requisition a spork.)
Don't pass da buck!
Bring in da f**k,
Bring in da f**k,
be you R2 da rapper
or P.U. da skunk.
or P.U. da skunk.
No jive! No shuck!
Just Eminem's F**K.
Just Eminem's F**K.
It's useless...unless your skin's
beige, brown or black.
beige, brown or black.
It's run amok,
the dotcom F**K.
the dotcom F**K.
Its bite: is it better
or worse than its bark...?
or worse than its bark...?
More f**ks...? I'm stuck.
I ain't no f***k.
I ain't no f***k.
Besides, I've arrived
at a cul de sac.
at a cul de sac.
Just FYI, the 12 f**ks are
Fauk, Fick, Fink, Fisk, Flike, folk,
Fock, fork, funk, FACK, FARK and flack.
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