Baby Jesus! He agrees: His
home-from-home’s now east Belize.
Baby Jesus leaves Cadiz’s
church in search of devotees.
Baby Jesus! His esprit is
captured in a cornice frieze.
Baby Jesus guarantees his
folk don’t croak from heart disease.
Baby Jesus! Ill at ease: his
Word means ‘turd’ in Javanese.
Baby Jesus! On his knees he
sneezes -- just a little sneeze.
Baby Jesus’s
“re, mi”s
enhance notated harmonies
in singing
contests overseas.
(He lost, despite
disciples’ pleas.)
Baby Jesus
makes me queas-.
y: no denying
He’s the reas-
on I’ve
curtailed my drinking sprees.
(He’s got me steeping
herbal teas.)
Baby Jesus!
His unease, His
faults, His
waltzes Viennese
have left Him
with a dreadful wheeze.
Long gone are
Baby’s “eXtacies.”
Baby Jesus, if
you please:
I’ll grab me
some much-needed Z-z-z-zs!
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.
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
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