Who antes-up post dealing cards, sings backup for the Stones,
bats cleanup down at Camden Yards and digs up ancient bones?
Who loves his Lear 'n' Lewis* -- nearly eats 'em up? (Guess who?)
Whose queries lead with follow-ups when interviewing you?
* Edward 'n' Carroll
Who'd rather fool with fuckups than with grownups, as a rule?
Who's, sadly, prone to hiccups and's call'd "Hikkieup" at school?
Whose teachers scold, "Don't interrup'! Stop jumpin' up! Sit down!"
Whose fav'rite lay's "La Marseillaise" -- not "Knees Up, Mother Brown"?
Who lines up at the Hippodrome? Who mops up at the mall?
Who neatens up his room at home, then owns up to it all?
Whose old kit bag he'd pack up long before he'd risk a "quackup”?
And, when traffic tickets rack up, who'd with Captain Jacquie shack up?
[If this goes on, I must throw
up: this warning's on the up-'n'-up.
And guess who's left to vacuum up? Who's lent -- for rent -- his wickiup?]
Who, when he'd give a gal some bling, would never gift a Xuping* ring?
Who yacks it up? And, fin'lly, who zips up his fly outside the loo?
* Xuping is a Chinese manufacturer of cheap
imitation jewelry.
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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