'Twill dawn, and soon,
a day whose
noon -- 'tis true! --
sees Athlone Wood
advance on Yeat's Coole;*
when I, beknownst to few,
shall bid
"Adoo!" --
when combs un-tissu'd
out-zizz my kazoo
and when that dome at Gol Gumbaz**
shan't do.
* In an Irish send-up of the
Scottish play
** The mausoleum of Mohammad Adil Shah
and not
to be confused with Golgotha (the Skull)
When Ethan Frome
abandons red for blue;*
when froths of foam fail -- fie! --
to frappe my brew;**
when genome maps may
make a meme of you,
and home no longer
lures the Wand'ring Jew...
...when we In Rome
shall do as Romans do.
* The Wharton novel is rife with red items,
each toting its symbolic load.
** "Just a finger of froth as I finish
a few,"
whistles the Sarge -- that's Sgt. N. ("Jim")
Smithe-Magee (the N stands for 'Nonsense')
from out of this blizzard of f-initialed words.
Yeah, that'll be the day --
you bet your boo! --
Jerome Jerome shall drift downstream
with two;*
and when 'ein Kaum' to Klauses**
means "ka-choo!"
When loam's allow'd
in Chef Pepin's fondue
and mome Red Pandas
shall outgribe in lieu.***
* Jerome K. Jerome's
best known novel r
emains Three Men in a Boat.
** A colloquialism for Germans in
Portuguese-speaking countries
*** In lieu, i.e., of the mome raths which
nonsense
lovers may have come to expect.
One day when Nome
shall top a 102*
while "Om...!" alone's
a way to say "Mon
Dieu!"
When po'ms like this
aren't drafted in the loo
and 'quo'm' stands not for
'quorum'
but for 'Whe-e-ew!'...
...and roamin' 'round the world-wide web's
all through...**
* To date the high temp record in Nome
is '68's 86 (or was that the other way around);
but,
hey: the climate's changing, isn’t it...?
** Such might well prove disasterous
for
Sarge's poetry.
...'n' Soames takes trips
and tries a toke or two.*
When tomes place terms like
'uome' 'n'
'vome' on view --
when 'waume,' 'xome,' 'yeaum' 'n' 'zhome'
appear per u.**:
yep, that'll be the day, alright,
when you --
with me, in Rome --
shall do as Romans do.
* This particular Forsyte, of Saga
fame,
stands as a literary paragon of respectability.
** As per usual, as a matter of course,
in the
common run of things, and so forth...
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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