Levi narrates in his tome
how Jesus stops at Eboli.
Silent Calvin Coolidge stops:
"I do not choose to run," hums he.
Tecumseh Sherman never stops
till standing knee-deep in the sea.
Won't someone somewhere somehow
stop Dar-r-rumph...?
In "Itch," when Mar'lyn's dress unfurls,
her mise-en-scene stops traffic, nu...?
"The Schnozz" Durante's "Stop da music!"
helps Miranda struggle through.
Rob Frost makes stopping by a woods on snowy eves
the thing to do.
Won't someone somewhere somehow
stop Dar-r-rumph...?
Who croons "The Man That Got Away"?
'Tis Judy -- as she stops the show.
Miss Merman's murmur stops a train
when Ethel sings "Blow, Gabr'el, Blow!"
Esiason stops on a dime, surveys the field,
lets fly his throw.
Won't someone somewhere somehow
stop Dar-r-rumph...?
Hey! Stop the presses! "His Harangues
Have Hasten'd Hateful Haters' Hate!"
Say "Stop the bleeding!" sure.
(One only hopes that stop comes not too late.)
Dar-r-rumph might stop a bullet.
Would such outcome prove too harsh a fate...?
Won't someone, in the meantime,
stop Dar-r-rumph...?
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.
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