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Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Three Pseudo-Exquisite-Corpse Limericks

A    A    B
A    A    B
C    C
C    C
(A)  A    B

There’s this guy, do or die, Bernie Sanders.
Pumpkin pie, ham on rye, Peter panders.
Merwyn Peake, so to speak.
Wednesday week, hide-‘n’-seek.
Please stand by, eye for eye, Lunar Landers.

Lives this man, cheek of tan, Don DeLillo.
Spic ‘n’ Span, Ku Klux Klan, cigarillo.
Come to grief, twelve-mile reef.
Are you “deef”? Where’s the beef?
Or (to pan the Qur’an: “Armadillo!”

‘Tis this bloke, country folk, Raul Julia.
Pigs-in-poke, Roanoke. (Would I fool ya?)
“Over There,” share ‘n’ share.
Truth or dare, braid the hair.
Take a toke, have a soak. Hallelujah!

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