Those EPA's backs?
Lackin' spine.
They fail to beat back
Frackenstein,
a freakin’
fiend – the
frackin’ kind.
Whose freakin’
field’s Frack
frackin’? Mine!
No matter how I
tack ‘n’ whine,
Scott’s lackies
back him
(claque o’
swine!).
Those hacks attack. Their
knacks?
Refined:
my taps drip
frappes of
blacken'd
brine.
Still, do I plan to
slacken? Nein!
“What hey!” say they. “Re-
lax! Some wine…?”
But when I fight...or
crack 'n' pine,
I’m smacked -- redacted
back in line.
(All's gone to
ru’n 'n’
wrack, in fine.)
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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Thursday, July 5, 2018
"Forfend! Forfend! Who'd play the friend to Lady Mondegreen...?" Some Friends of Lady Mondegreen: Constrained Nonsense in Rhyme
Forfend! Forfend! Who’d play the friend to
Lady Mondegreen?
Lady Mondegreen?
This woman slew me kangaroo, then
laid 'im on de green.
And yet this gal’s had sev’ral pals: one’s
Thomas, Lord DeBoome,
that fellow who employed me gnu. Then
Thomas low'r'd de boom.
When sometimes seen (the thought's obscene) with
Viscount Hugh Biehayve,
she'll purr to Hugh, "You devil you. Oh,
vhy cahn't you behave?"
Another mate she’s made of late is
Dr. Juan Muntz-Wayjez.
Doc fired me cat. On top of that, he
dock'd 'er one month’s wages.
Some say, I'm told, the lady's strolled with
Elder Downen-Gropeter.
The man’s a rake. He stalked me snake, then
'eld 'er down 'n' groped 'er.
(More Friends to come: a work in progress)
laid 'im on de green.
And yet this gal’s had sev’ral pals: one’s
Thomas, Lord DeBoome,
that fellow who employed me gnu. Then
Thomas low'r'd de boom.
When sometimes seen (the thought's obscene) with
Viscount Hugh Biehayve,
she'll purr to Hugh, "You devil you. Oh,
vhy cahn't you behave?"
Another mate she’s made of late is
Dr. Juan Muntz-Wayjez.
Doc fired me cat. On top of that, he
dock'd 'er one month’s wages.
Some say, I'm told, the lady's strolled with
Elder Downen-Gropeter.
The man’s a rake. He stalked me snake, then
'eld 'er down 'n' groped 'er.
(More Friends to come: a work in progress)
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