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, March 14, 2019
Bananagraffe on 'T H E S H R E W'
As Saiph, with Beta Ceti, set,
to wit: abandoning to wet
erewhile sere isles -- soon sunk, you see,
beneath sopp'd southern seas (too twee!) --
more stars sank slowly in the West,
while I from Morpheus more rest
to wrest limn'd imprecations three:
"Bonjour." "Shalom." "Good morrow, thee.
O Morph: do do thy thing in re
this matter of my dreaming, eh?
Down from thy hypnagogic tree
descend, while cachennating, 'Whee!'
Then grant that hibernation we're
so keen on. Hear! Hear! (Or, Here! Here!)
Here ends the pangelingual stew
I've call'd "The Framing of 'T H E S H R E W.'"
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