‘Barb’s the word! Equivocal. E.g., here's three plus three.
One’s Bobbie and the Riders of his
(Benson's) B-Bar-B.
Two’s Zanzibar, between the
Wami delta and the sea.
Inhuman "Butcher" Barbie’s three. (Klaus? No
one's cup of tea.)
Valeria Lukyanova’s four: a human Barbie, she.
Five’s Donald! Donald tweets his barbs. (Don shuns all
repartee.)
Six? A rabbi goes into a bar
because he needs to pee.
See? Some words are equivocal. (Or do you
disagree?)
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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